Our kindly landlord has decided to do a comprehensive renovation on the house. Of course, we’re still living here, which makes life a little surreal at times. And noisy. But mostly surreal.
It all began with us having to shower on our back verandah, but I’m not posting photographs of that. You’ll thank me. Trust me.
We’re showering on our back verandah because our bathroom is undergoing complex generic metamorphoses.
First, we had a Southern Gothic bathroom:
Now, we have a crime-scene bathroom:
The turquoise is quite fetching, though. Shame it’s going under the tiles, really.
But right now, I’m living in some kind of zombie/psychological-experiment horror flick, as they tent my house to remove the lead paint:
And you can’t even see the strange, white-suited astronauts moving across the windows …
(Of course, you realise this entire post is a lengthy excuse for not blogging more often, right? But with pictures!)