I’m intimidated by the number and complexity of the things that need doing to my house. Most of them are trivial: install a hanging airer, put up a baton and a curtain rail, replace the catflap. This is where I miss my ex. I feel a fool that I don’t want to do them and these are all things I can do well enough up to the point where they go wrong but I don’t have the patience to sort out mistakes if I make them with a drill and a spirit level.
I’ve also got a lot of jobs which are well within my abilities but which just seem to big to tackle, like decorating the kitchen, painting the kitchen cabinets, stripping the paper and decorating the living room. And then there’s the Bookcase saga. We won’t go there.
Finally there are the Great Big Jobs which are exactly what they sound like. Great, big and jobbie. These are:
- replacing the gutters – essential if I don’t want the house to dissolve into its component minerals and wash away into the valley
- fixing the electrics – fuses have been blowing at random and it isn’t ghosts
- knocking the two bedrooms into one – yes, I know it’ll reduce the nominal value of the house, but I’m the one that lives here
- replacing the boilers – I have no idea why there are two
- fitting double glazing and, when everything else is done
- replacing the kitchen.
So why on earth did I buy this particular house?
This is why I bought this particular house:
I happen to be completely crazy about the view.
I’ve already got a quote for the guttering, and I’ll get one for the electrics. I don’t want the house to decay and I don’t want it to kill me either.
In the meantime, I still have all the small and medium sized Intimidating Things, so I’ve made three resolutions:
- I’m going to get a bloke in for a day to do the straightforward jobs like fitting the curtain rails and replacing the catflap. Sod feminism. I’ll bake as many quiches as you like if I can just get someone else to put up the damn shelves.
- I am doing at least some tidying each evening, the objective is for it to be tidier at bedtime than when I get in.
- I am going to dispose of something every week. The house is woefully full of clutter, and I think the only way to deal with it is one clut at a time.