Not So Yummy Mummy

brain overload

Have not been able to write anything for days, oddly enough I have had plenty of time so it's not that -it's just that for some reason Niamh's story has wandered off into the recesses of my brain and something else has come forward but, as much as I try it does not want to go on record yet. When I try to write it down, it too retreats and hides behind the curtains, blushing, I will have to be patient.

We have been very busy in the house pledging to spend ridiculous amounts of money on three seperate projects, 1 a new room and a kitchen refurbishment, 2 doing up the bathroom, 3 our bedroom. We have committed to spend E28,000, E8,900 and E2,800 respectively. Just about 40,000. Which is tight, because we are borrowing 30,000 and have 14,000 so it had better not go over budget!

Mind you it is time as for the last ten years I have been too embarrassed to allow any of my friends to enter my house. I have made so many half-arsed excuses that they actually think I am a deeply private person and like to keep my public and private lives entirely seperate. No, I just hate my house. I always thought we would move but unless we win the Lotto tonight I am resigned to staying where we are! An ordinary three bed-roomed house in Dublin costs about half a million euro. Even my house is apparently "worth" 350,000. Since that would involve spending considerable mre than 40,000 we are not moving!

I am very excited about the new house we will have when this is all over but to be honest I am also terrified of not having any savings. I like to save. It is very reassuring.