Blog 105 – 1.6.18. Like Beirut….

I remember from my youth that untidy teenage bedrooms, car pile ups, dodgy council estates or any chaotic situation would be described as ‘like living in Beirut’…i.e. a war zone….

Our builders are doing a great job with our kitchen extension and working through inevitable hiccups. But having to walk through cramped corridors and elbow each other to get to the fridge is taking its toll on me and dear husband…there’s nowhere to just ‘be’. We are getting tired and irritable after nearly 10 weeks of work…and yes, we feel like we’re living in a war zone. This got me thinking about what it’s like to live in a war zone. I guess in a war zone, you don’t know whether it’s safe to go out, whether you or your family or your house is going to be blown up. Whether someone is going to blow up your bus. You don’t know whether there will be regular electricity or water supplies or food. How does anybody live with a constant state of fear or anxiety…or even just discomfort and unease…constantly? How do they do it?  Husband and I are almost ready to walk out…refugees from a kitchen extension. Even though we know it will be over soon….the real refugees don’t. They are brave, courageous, patient people…hoping for better.

My study, complete with storage cupboards, files and other office-y things, currently also houses a fridge-freezer, mini oven, breakfast table, washing machine and kitchen sink. It’s as comfortable as it can be..which is, not very. Neighbours are helping out by inviting us round for dinner so I don’t have to cook too much on our 2-ringed hob (which is piled on top of a microwave). There, there, J, it will soon be over…you might actually miss having the builders around….

So, thank you God for generous neighbours, skilled builders, lovely husband, beautiful house (soon to be more beautiful) … and… peace.


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About aintwegotitmade

Who am I?.......well, I'm getting to that age where I have to think about that before I answer... My name is J, I'm married, and my husband and I live in the great city of London. I started this blog as an update to family and friends when I completely ruptured my Achilles tendon a few years ago (see The first post). I am so fortunate in every possible way...and in all honesty, I'm just using this blog to remind myself... Why is it called Ain't we got it made?: this is a line from one of my favourite songs (Sing Baby Sing - Have I got it made? Well - I've got a roof over my head, running water right into my house, a fully-stocked supermarket round the corner, free and readily available healthcare; and I live with my lovely husband in a great city, in a beautiful country, where I feel safe and secure.... I rest my case. Fact or opinion: I am not an expert on anything… but I can confirm that everything in this blog is either fact or opinion. I hope to post regularly, mostly about things I find uplifting, positive, amusing, optimistic, important..or perhaps just about regular daily life...but I won't bother you too much. Thanks for stopping by... jx
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4 Responses to Blog 105 – 1.6.18. Like Beirut….

  1. It’s always good to keep things in perspective. I’ve been through a complete remodel once and wouldn’t want to do it again. But, when it was done, it was worth the hassle. And, like you said, we made the choice to create our chaos, the people in true war zones do not. Enjoy your finished product!

  2. kutukamus says:

    Hi, J! Very much enjoyed the way you relate the mess around us with how lucky we are. 🍸

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