A Crisis. A little one.

Very tightly packed morning. 20min - breakfast, papers (i.e. speedread adverts on furniture sales). 5min - charge camera battery. 30min - tie up stuff from the workshop the previous day, send out photos. 30min - look through list of 25 furniture shops and figure out a route for the day, plus maps and directions. 8min - get changed, save files, shut down laptop. 2min - throw everything into a big bag, remember to wear proper shoes. 3min - grab a bubble tea from the shop downstairs. 5min - walk over to the new place, where the workers, Owl and Granite Man are already busy. Doing. Things. I chew the tapioca pearls in my bubble tea furiously. Thankfully we only do this once. If I keep having to renovate houses, I think I would die of diabetes.

We can see part of the wet kitchen floor already. Nice. We also see monstrous aircon trunking running through the walls. Nice. In a way. The sand from my room is gone - cement screed in its place. Nice. And fast. A happy-looking niche in the bathroom. Very nice.   

 

Then a crisis. A little one. Somehow I didn't get the first part of it - was busy snapping away around the place. By the time I got in on the trouble, there was a small conference in the corridor. Everyone was silent. Found out it had to do with the position of Karate Kid's CPU. The conference was in a deadlock, and broke away for a while. Tension diffused.

Five minutes later, after an animated sketch-talk with his workers, Owl flew over and started drawing on the living room wall. Inspiration. A solution. An ingenious one. Ten minutes later. Everyone pleased.

 

 A little crisis. Saved by a big inspiration. And a little weapon: