We are living in a cave. I try to see past the primitive walls of crumbling plaster, but all I see is the plaster dust that coats our clothes whenever we get too close. The normal daily mess of a young family is less agreeable when accompanied by the extreme chaos of a home under construction. It's hard to find anything when nothing has its place.
And still we are tearing down the walls, loosening the plaster and raising the dust to accommodate sheets of thermaline. We are draining the system and replacing the radiators, the cold spurring us on in our endeavours. Someday soon the walls will be coated with new plaster and paint, and the bare boards hidden beneath new carpets.
A lady from church summarised our situation perfectly when she commented that we're in a bit of a "guddle". After taking in the blank expressions on our faces she kindly explained that guddle is a Scottish phrase for mess!
Currently our house is at its worse, but in the coming weeks we'll watch our home emerge.
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