This is a picture of us living in chaos. I’d like to say that we don’t normally live like this, but that would probably be lying.
On Sunday, slightly hungover from a friend’s party the night before, I was sitting on the floor with an air hammer in my hands and the compressor blaring while I chiselled up the last of the horrible old Sainsburys tiles that were on the floor beforehand. We had, of course, left the most difficult bits till last. We finally moved the fridge into its new position, so we could do under that now too. (I keep walking to the wrong side of the room to get the orange juice).
The floor is in a terrible state; all kinds of different levels and surfaces, but we can’t afford to have the whole floor re-done properly. I’m just going to do the best I can with the mortar I’m sticking the tiles down with. It’ll be fine!
