My battered house is finally on the mend
One day, this renovation project will end.
NOTE: One day soon, I hope. 🙂
When I dropped in on the contractor to see whether everything was going as planned
The last thing I expected was to have to dig up even more sand…
NOTE: We had to double the foundation trench in size… Such fun!
[To be sung to Shirley Bassey’s Goldfinger]
Saaand diggeeer [tudu tudu du]
He’s the man, the man with the aching wrists
His pain persists [tududu tuduuuuu]
Twists… and turns feature [tu tuuuu tu]
On his path to enter a home robust
Devoid of dust! [tuuu duuu tuuu duuu]
Sudden stabs in his shoulders and arms
Are enough to cause mental alarms
For the digger soon knows when he’s aching
That the sand has won!
Alas, poor saaaand digger! [tu tuuuu tu]
Working lad, beware of these tiny graiiiins
They can cause spraiiiins!
NOTE: For your convenience —
I might turn it into a full song later on… once typing doesn’t hurt like hell.
At times you’ll get fed up with it
You’ll want to cry, you’ll want to quit
To decimate the piles of sand
To strangle neighbours with your bare hands
Rather than exacting revenge
Why not build a mini henge?
It’s easy, fun and best of all
You’ll no longer feel the need to maul!
While digging up sand, I stumbled upon
A chamber of secrets! (Although most of it’s gone…)
Apart from two chains, a sole and a rubber band
I have yet to discover something else besides… more sand.
NOTE: Daddy needs some Roman spearheads! A basilisk I could do without.
Tomorrow’s fall from renovation grace
Will come in the form of a wrist brace.