Would you like dust with that?

Well here we are well into my build. It's going well, of course there have been the unexpected costs putting a strain on the budget but on the whole it's going well. I still feel like I'm camping but under the dust cloud of some long over due volcano in Iceland. I've got dust on my dust. At first I tried to keep on top of it. Closing all doors, hoovering daily, dusting too but it was all to no avail and the dust has triumphed. Now sitting on the sofa leaves an imprint of my bottom but even if I dust it when I return after a few hours it has settled again. I will be glad when everything is restored to normal and I can have a proper spring clean I hear my self saying like I have been brainwashed by a 50s style house wife. I feel this will be when my book 1001 ways with vinegar will really come in to its own. Now if only there was a book called 1001 ways with dust I'd be laughing.

Indoor camping

Forgive me readers, it has been many days since my last submission...
This is because the big plans are finally happening. The big build has begun. The excitement is still at the moment outweighing the inconvenience. I currently feel like I am camping in my house. The contents of my kitchen cupboards are spread between my lounge and the spare bedroom. the microwave has pride of place on the sideboard. This does mean apart from cleaning up dust and mess caused by the work, housework is pretty futile and so I can refrain without any guilt. I wonder where the housework guilt thing comes from and guess it must be my mom. She is very tidy and even at 77 insists on her daily chores and housework with military precision. My sister is pretty good at it too. I must have the rogue gene. Also my ex mother in law was very old school and housework was done every day along with ironing and the tea on the table when the man got in from work. I'm not sure how that works when the man gets in from work before you but hey. She also had the knack of making me feel spectacularly inadequate in the good housewife stakes. It's not that I don't do it, that would mean we lived in a slum but I don't relish it and will prevaricate as much as I can. I think I have to be in the right mood. When the mood strikes I can beaver away like the best of them, cleaning windows, dusting cupboard tops, spraying, polishing and mopping. I draw the line at bleaching the teapot though! Luckily for me but unluckily for my OCD prone hubby that mood doesn't strike with alarming regularity. Following one of these manic sessions I promise myself I will keep on top of things because then it's not such a big job but inevitably life gets in the way.
Any way today the wall between my old kitchen and my new kitchen is coming down in a very Berlin-esque type way. I feel liberated. The dust for once is not my responsibility. Although I'm guessing clearing it up for the next few weeks will be.