In It’s Own Time

the building work is still going on, weeks after it should have been done and dusted. This prolonged event which will in time I’m sure, yield huge benefits for my wife and I, has taken its toll on my mental health, and I’ve vowed never to have any major building work done to this property again.

As I write it’s Thursday morning, and everything supposed to be finished tomorrow, and I just can’t see it happening. We have a dinner party on Friday night, and guests staying over the weekend. That’s enough to cope with in itself. 

So, once again it’s going to be another weekend, another broken promise, another end time. So I have to step out of the firing line, Hand this all over to something greater than myself, and leave it alone. Never, never again.



The conversion as it was several weeks ago.