And I mean everything: unexpected expenses, workers suffering violent food poisoning, a flat tyre; even, at one point, my wife accidentally committing an act of theft (she realised her mistake and sorted it out before the police were called).
But it will all have been worth it, we keep telling ourselves. The new house is ours, meaning we’re not at the mercy of any landlord; it’s energy efficient, so we won’t be spending a king’s ransom on heating oil; it’s built to modern standards, meaning that I can light my studio properly without fear of blowing all the fuses or melting the wires; and twice a week, the baker’s van stops right outside.
Here’s a video for you:
