The day we put the scaffolding up for the loft conversion in London, Ian left for Singapore. He came back for my baby scan. The day he left again they knocked through from the attic and took out the chimney (for the uninitiated that means every room but the kitchen was inaccessible and no room was dust-free) and the dishwasher backed up. “Sorry I couldn’t deal with the dishwasher,” he called over his shoulder as he escaped in corporate comfort.
Today Ian announced he’s off to Dubai next week. His getting old, his timing’s not what it was – we’re not moving till the following week – but the déjà vu is knocking.
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