I am having much-needed work done on my house, and I feel like a squatter in some derelict tenement at this point. No privacy, and sharing my bathroom with up to six grubby construction workers. Not my idea of heaven.
Actually, the situation reminds me of various colorful curses - may you grown like an onion with your head in the ground; may you be like a chandelier, hang by day and burn by night, and the obscurely intellectual, may you live in interesting times. To that I would add: may you have construction work that is never completed, and frequently billed for, done in your house until the end of time, your money, or your sanity, whichever comes first.
This too shall pass!
Actually, the situation reminds me of various colorful curses - may you grown like an onion with your head in the ground; may you be like a chandelier, hang by day and burn by night, and the obscurely intellectual, may you live in interesting times. To that I would add: may you have construction work that is never completed, and frequently billed for, done in your house until the end of time, your money, or your sanity, whichever comes first.
This too shall pass!
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