The day has come to empty the bottom of the house, and thus facilitate the floorboard removal. More boards are wobbling and the kitchen tiles cracking at an unprecedented rate. The little munchers have done their worst.
Rentokil assure me the munchers are dead. I’m sure they are right, but the floorboards are so weakened that they continue to disintegrate, which is why the furniture removers arrive tomorrow to relieve the downward force, before the boards give way.
And the omnipresent worry – would the builders, heating engineers, storage company, turn up at the appointed time or would I be left with workmen spitting feathers because they can’t get on, but demanding payment, nevertheless.
Everyone has confirmed their commitment. The Airbnb is ready for us. What can go wrong. Let the destruction commence.