I wish I’d never brought up renovating the bathroom with my wife – I’m too old for all this banging and clanging, and oiled-up young men traipsing through my house with nowhere near enough clothing on. It’s winter, for Pete’s sake!
But traipse they do, winking at my wife as they sling my old sink over their shoulder and make for the dumpster that’s crushing my beautiful front lawn. I liked that sink. And I loved that lawn.
I suppose it will be nice, I occasionally grumble to myself. A new bathroom can only be nicer, especially after the dump of the old one. The bath was worn out and small, the tiles faded and broken. We needed the best bathroom renovation company around Melbourne to help us clear it all out – apparently, they weren’t available, which is why my wife apparently had to resort to the local exotic dancing population.
We’re getting to the end of it now, at least.
Deep breath in… deep breath out…
Hey, I’m really good at this meditation thing. Maybe I should get into yoga, once I have my house back. I’ve always wanted to touch the top of my head with my foot – well, I say always… but it is a striking idea, isn’t it?
Oh goodie, the new sink is being installed! And a brand new bath! Claw feet and everything – a real class item! The tiles are a shade off a colour I would have picked, but they’re within an acceptable range that I won’t want to gouge my eyes out while showering. And the shower head… nice and wide, just how I like it.
I’d gotten my way there at least.
And the men! They’re leaving! I have my wife all to myself again! And she seems… deflated, somewhat. Oh, that’s not good. I don’t want her to be unhappy…
Pinching my nose, I reluctantly suggested that we look into new kitchen renovation and design ideas. Maybe there’ll be something that needs ripping out or installing…
It has the desired effect. She seems happy.
Deep breath in… deep breath out…