I can't live...... If Living is without you....

I serenaded Si with that song today.  I felt that I was pushing the boundaries of tolerance as far as I possibly could. 

He has, for the most part of the day, been playing  working at the window.  The initial game was "install new blinds".  

We moved on from blinds, to fit frame, and then stick frame, and then "holy shit, I think the window is going to fall out".  

After we agreed to "wait"  and see if the "repair" held, we decided to look at curtains.

We found nice curtains, and now we are having the "Did you really measure the window before we left" conversation; and the "if we hang the curtains lower than the top of the window - the repair to the sill will hide the gap. 

We now have a perforated window nook; I count 12 holes outwith the ones actually holding up the curtain poles.   It's okay though - he saves paint.  We probably still have the original paint. 

Himself is saying so many swear words, I have filled the holidays box for savings.   I have also put many IOU's in. 

I am gazing at him with as much love as I can muster.  The new blinds were his idea.  

The curtains were mine.  

I am the cause of the much swearing, the high whine of the power drill, and the neighbours across the street watching in rap attention.   The neighbours next door, maybe not so interested because of the noise. 

I would really just like him to sit down and take it easy for the rest of his Sunday night... I can't bear to see him stressing like this - but we can't really sit quietly of a Sunday night without anything covering the windows. 

:-(