Tomorrow the bathroom is due to be finished. The skip is to be collected at lunch-time, and by tea-time we shall have the house, with 2 sparkling new bathrooms, to ourselves again.
Mind, the whole place is totally filthy - a fine film of plaster dust (or similar) all over everything. A spring cleaning event beckons. And there's a certain amount of decorating to do, along with tracking down towels and bathmats in the right shade, and deciding where to store the various toiletries and medicines.
No more cheerful chats with the bathroom fitter - but then I can also be radio-free if I choose. And I needn't be up, washed and dressed by 8.30 if I don't want to.
Afternoon naps lie in wait, spur-of-the-moment outings, Blondie records at top volume, wearing shorts round the house. Total giddiness. After 4 weeks, I'll be able to please myself again.