The house is eerie this morning. The noise of hammers, drills and saws is replaced with a stillness as the naked entrails of our house are on show. It reminds me of looking at a T-Rex‘s skeleton at the Museum of Natural History in New York. The old bones of our house giving hints at to what was once there. Pieces of Gyprock hang uneasily where they once stood proud and defiantly. Cables hang, like veins, as they snake their way through the dark spaces of our roof cavity. Holes in the floor bear witness to plumbing fixtures now discarded. We bring Wigi, the cat, up with us for a look. He quickly disappears down one of these holes to the subterranean world below our floor. Like Indian Jones, he dives down a hole in search of a hidden treasure.
We continue walking around. The morning sun streams in through the windows as we step over pieces of wood, tools and rubbish.
Wigi reappears. He is covered in dust and spider webs. His survey of the under floor world now complete. We grab him and return to the unaffected part of the house. Our kitchen is still in disarray as we continue working to get it functional. So we opt for a quick pre-prepared breakfast burrito, one of 60 or so I pre made.
We work hard over the weekend to get more functionality in our makeshift kitchen, do some more sorting and tidying up. We also look over our plans and continue to make decisions and consider finishes.