OK, so it’s stretching a point a bit  to call it poetry, but here goes…..

The summer is over, the heat has abated,

Our shiny new roof is so well insulated,

The internal walls are now mostly in place

And photovoltaic panels now grace

The roof of the garage to generate power,

But the link-up to EDF is even slower

Than passes for normal here in the South West,

Where things only move at a snail’s pace, at best.

There are windows and doors where before there were none,

We’ve used cement, sand and gravel, many a ton.

There are wires through the plasterboard walls and the ceilings,

Where to put sockets is leaving us reeling.

Decisions, decisions, so many to take,

Where to put switches? Don’t make a mistake

In the choice of direction to open a door,

Or the colour and style of the tiles for the floor.

We are making progress, one day it will end,

And I hope that we won’t both be right round the bend!