We started a huge house renovation when Davy was alive which included adding a "Holywood" bedroom with spiral staircase to an attic dressing room, knocking down a wall between the kitchen and small bedroom to make a wonderfull kitchen/family room, moving a staircase, ripping out all the false beams and fireplace in the living room, and finally sub-dividing our original bedroom into two with ensuite bathrooms. The tragedy is that he didn't live to see the finished job which occured a couple of weeks ago.
Complicated I know, but the extra room has made such a massive difference in the household. It feels as though we can all breath again. The girls now have their own rooms where, instead of constantly bickering and keeping each other awake. they read quietly and fall asleep like normal human beings and my baby greatgrandson moved out of my room into their old room where he sleeps undisturbed by my snoring and I sleep undistrubed by his being disturbed, if you know what I mean.
Now I can go back to watching TV in the night when I can't sleep and waking up early with a cup of coffee to shout at yet more inane news and political claptrap. Ah! small pleasures.
Bob Hope - "A bank is a place that will lend you money if you can prove that you don't need it."
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