Show you the several squashed frogs in the road. The less-bucolic reality of living beside a brook is beginning to dawn on me.
Show you my newly cut-and-coloured hair, thanks to a sudden cancellation at my hairdresser, so that I no longer have 2" grey roots showing through the film of building dust.
Show you the wooden framework and all the new drains in the bathroom ready for tomorrow's plastering marathon.
Show you the gleaming copper pipes downstairs that will allow me to have a washing machine, a sink and a dishwasher in my narrow utility-to-be.
Show you the deep new windowsill, that will have a little cupboard beneath it disguising the monstrous affront of a gas meter plonked directly in the middle of the window alcove.
Show you my lovely floor tiles for the bathroom.
Show you the - oh heck, I can't show you any of it.
Because I have lost my camera somewhere in all the chaos and disorder.
I am lost too as a result.