Melissa Kite Melissa Kite

Real life | 21 March 2019

The more they whinge about others’ lack of neat and tidiness the more I embrace mess and noise

issue 23 March 2019

‘Don’t touch anything sharp. Don’t saw anything or drill anything or sand anything,’ said the builder boyfriend as he left the house.

‘I generally agree,’ I said, mindful of the fact that this is what the keeper used to say. ‘But I’m disappointed you include sanding, because I think I made a very good job of the living room floor, and now I’m going to sand the dining room.’

I truly believe there is nothing a deranged woman with a sander can’t achieve. The builder b and I are trying to get the last bits of the house finished so it is in a fit state to be sold.

We still harbour dreams — whether or not made of pipe — that the two of us will get our act together and move to a farm or smallholding where we will live with the dogs and horses far from civilisation, like Little House on the Prairie, or Misery, as the case may be.

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