Unexpected visitors…

Last week was hectic! We finally finished the renovation of our bedroom. It took us ‘only’ nine months, during which we had to sleep on the landing 🙂 . You can imagine what that does for your sex-life, sleeping with only non-closing doors between you and your kids. But, it’s done now and it feels like going to bed/waking up in a hotel room every day! I have plush carpet under my bare feet when I get up and can switch off the reading light with just a lift of my arm. Such luxury! Only the window treatment is left to do…


On Saturday morning, just after the bedroom was finished on Friday night, we had a phone call that we were going to have unexpected visitors arriving within fifteen minutes (no comment on my thoughts then, nudge nudge, wink wink 🙂 ). I never cleaned my bathroom and toilets so fast… They didn’t stay that Saturday night, but returned on Sunday, after we emptied the spare bedroom /  future-dressing-room from all the renovation tools / materials accumulation / spare bedding/wardrobes / etc. At the end of the day it sort of looked like a bedroom.

My visitors were a lady I met online during a filmmaking course and her partner. We started chatting during the course and I invited her to visit me when she was in the neighbourhood. Of course I didn’t realise it was so soon! I was a bit anxious when she texted me that she would be visiting in the next few days as my house is a building site. And I am not exaggerating here. The hall is filled with stacks of building materials, tools are lying around everywhere, I have bits and pieces of carpet here and there over bare plank flooring, some planks shrunken and broken, mm’s of dust everywhere, old furniture covered in dogs/kids spillage. I.e. not a pretty sight. What would she do when she saw this? Would she run away in disgust, screaming whilst waving her hands in the air?

When they arrived I was pleasantly surprised that they accepted me/my house for what I am/it is. For years I have been afraid to invite people into my home as I am ashamed for its looks. I am proud to say I have a life, I don’t waste my time cleaning and polishing doorknobs and the likes. But at the same time I don’t like living in a dumpster. I know that one day it’s going to look nice, so I put up with it. But that doesn’t mean other people will do the same.

My visitors only stayed two nights. I find it the perfect time to catch up, get to know each other, and then move on. We didn’t choose to live in the country side for nothing; I love my privacy. But we got along like peas in a pod. We talked about scripts, books, and all sorts. I always find my chattiness goes into overdrive when I find a listening ear as I don’t talk to a lot of people during my writers’ existence. So I was sad and happy at the same time when they left. As her partner wrote in our visitors’ book ‘I met a stranger and found a friend.’

I spent most of the time yesterday catching up on my internet communications, Skyping with my Mum, and going to a film screening (about making movies in Scotland on a budget).

But now it is finally time for me to write again!

Published by Jacky Dahlhaus

I am, since August 2015, a fiction writer!

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