Day Thirty One

A few days back all that remained of the original building was the wood siding, a crumbling foundation, a roof and some old framing. A filthy carpet covered the floor. The carpet was ripped up this weekend and underneath lay a wood floor, an old wood floor in what, to the old-wood-floor-judging-novice (me), appeared to be in recoverable condition. As Emily said, "Save everything that we can".

Fantastic. Jump up and down with joy until the middle-aged brain swells and the heart gives out. Except I ordered a new bamboo floor two weeks ago. That's when the arteries really say they've had enough, don't give two hoots about the disregard you've shown to your body for three decades but stare blankly at the credit card bill and hop on the next bus South.

So, tomorrow I'm meeting Tom to inspect the floor and decide whether it makes sense to try and save the original floor or install the new boards.

Does anyone need 775 sq ft of organic, Scandinavian light, vertical bamboo flooring?