The Things....

that make a homeowner nervous!

Yes, this would be the boiler-fixing project in full swing! And that hose would be a hose running from the tank in the loft out towards my front door, draining down my heating system.

I got up at 7am, goodness know how this morning. All I did was brush my teeth and then my dad dropped me at my house. He kept yelling for me to hurry up, but I just could't move quickly! 

I spent four hours hunched over the oil-filled radiator the guy kindly brought. I suppose I should have sat down, but it felt good to move about in a way.

In short, it looks like the heating is fixed, but the downside is he made a HUGE dark stain on my beautiful cream carpet in my bedroom. And once again I resolve that my next house will not have the airing cupboard in my bedroom. I can't understand how it happened. Last night my mum and I put down clean dust sheets for this very reason, and to their credit, the guys indulged my fussiness and took their shoes off every time they came in and out. I wish I'd been upstairs "supervising", but I was trying to be more relaxed, and truthfully didn't want to see what they were doing up there!

My lovely mum came and scrubbed it with 1001, and writing this two days later, it looks a sight better. Well, to anyone else but me. I'm a perfectionist, and briefly considered replacing my entire bedroom carpet. Perhaps a bit extreme, but I love my carpet. I think the low part of the day was having a complete spaz about the mess, and trying to clear it up, resulting in my mum looking exasperated as I ranted through my tears whilst hoovering and wiping things! 

We went home at 2pm, had a cup of tea and a chat, and after a shower and a spruce up, I'm feeling a bit better. I felt worse by the evening, and did far too much really, particularly lifting and bending.

What on earth possessed me to have this done two days after surgery? A lot of things I thought earlier in the week seem to be utter rubbish in the days since. That I would feel good-no. That I could take care of myself- no. That I'd be off to gym on Sunday- no! I booked the guy to come today as I knew I would be home, but I had no rational thinking about how I would feel. Lesson well and truly learned. 

Even my hospital leaflet cheerfully advises "do house cleaning and laundry before your operation"......