Grumpy, grumpy, grumpy
May. 5th, 2019 08:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
noadvertisingJust when I thought that putting away my winter clothes was in order- me sorting out most of my long-sleeved shirts and worn-out trousers, putting them into an old-clothes bag and off it was to the rubbish dump- I opened the shutter in the morning and found that it had begun snowing again, not much, but temperatures dropped down to 2 degrees which is abysmal for May. I do not live on the top of a mountain range!
The upper floor of the house is freezing cold, because hubby has started renovation work in the bathroom three weeks ago- the one where the tiles had begun to fall off- and has dismantled the radiator and in the wake of it turned off all heating apart from the underfloor heating on the ground floor. I hate ironing, but today I fired my flat iron up, doing some of hubby´s shirts and trousers to bring a little warmth into the bedroom. I hope that hubby will also be able to mend the leakage in the new water conduit he did work on all day long at soonest, or there´s a chance I will run amok. No heat and no water are too much for me to put up with. That and the many tiny shards of tiles in my bed I find each night, though I spend what feels like eternity with sweeping and vacuuming the floor- each day since hubby began to chisel the tiles off that did not drop down voluntarily, which were many. It´s quite a big bathroom to renovate, about 15 square meters, and by the looks of things we will have a new one at the end of summer. Maybe I shall threaten hubby with me moving to the guestroom, because it´s no fun to wake up during night because another scrap of rubbish has made it under my covers and keeps me awake, because I try and try again to kick it out of my bed! Maybe I am worse than the Princess and the pea, but I haven´t been able to sleep all through the night for three weeks now, often cursing like a sailor when kicking and trashing to get rid of the annoying shards in my bed which miraculously always manifest on my side of the bed!
The upper floor of the house is freezing cold, because hubby has started renovation work in the bathroom three weeks ago- the one where the tiles had begun to fall off- and has dismantled the radiator and in the wake of it turned off all heating apart from the underfloor heating on the ground floor. I hate ironing, but today I fired my flat iron up, doing some of hubby´s shirts and trousers to bring a little warmth into the bedroom. I hope that hubby will also be able to mend the leakage in the new water conduit he did work on all day long at soonest, or there´s a chance I will run amok. No heat and no water are too much for me to put up with. That and the many tiny shards of tiles in my bed I find each night, though I spend what feels like eternity with sweeping and vacuuming the floor- each day since hubby began to chisel the tiles off that did not drop down voluntarily, which were many. It´s quite a big bathroom to renovate, about 15 square meters, and by the looks of things we will have a new one at the end of summer. Maybe I shall threaten hubby with me moving to the guestroom, because it´s no fun to wake up during night because another scrap of rubbish has made it under my covers and keeps me awake, because I try and try again to kick it out of my bed! Maybe I am worse than the Princess and the pea, but I haven´t been able to sleep all through the night for three weeks now, often cursing like a sailor when kicking and trashing to get rid of the annoying shards in my bed which miraculously always manifest on my side of the bed!
