Wednesday, 7th November 2007
“It wasn’t me daddy, I promise”
“Isaac, have you seen my mallet? I left it on the table, you haven’t picked it up have you? Isaac. Where are you?”
“Isaac? What have you done?”
“I’m sorry Daddy, I didn’t do it on purpose. Don’t be angry but have you seen the kitchen yet?”
Oh well, the damage had been done, so I decided to muck in myself and rip out the door step. It was quite fun so I called a couple of my mates, Charlie and David, who joined in.
It is amazing what you find when you dig a few holes and knock down the odd wall. What do you know, a World War II jeep.
It had finally gone. That horrible, dirty, moldy thing that the estate agent had the audacity to call a conservatory had finally gone. So what next? There was only one thing to do … call in the boss.
Thus endeth week 1.
Yes dear reader, you’ve guessed what you’re in for over the next few months. The long awaited extension to our house has begun. As excited as we are, we will endeavour not to bore you too much and just post the occasional updates as the project progresses. I won’t tell you just yet what we have planned but you’re gonna like it, not a lot, but you’re gonna like it (help me, I’ve just quoted Paul Daniels).
Posted by Daddy @ 7:03 PM
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I liked the estate agent joke.
Very good.