Mrs Utley’s extension has meant weeks of misery
The secret of a long-lasting marriage? Never tell your wife: 'I told you so.' For that reason, I will not remind Mrs U how I warned her months ago that her elaborate home-improvement plans would subject us to weeks of out-and-out misery. Sure enough, the work of enlarging the kitchen and converting the smallest bedroom upstairs into a shower-room still grinds on, more than eight weeks into a project that was meant to take six. I will not remind Mrs U how I warned that her elaborate home-improvement plans would subject us to weeks of out-and-out misery As I write, the house is still barely habitable, with furniture, pots and pans stacked up in the living room, dust everywhere, nowhere to sit in comfort and hardly a moment's peace — for us, or our long-suffering neighbours — from banging, clanking, drilling and problems, problems, problems. Mind you, I'm not blaming the builders, plumbers, tilers, decorators and electricians who've taken the place over since the midd...