You know I've been dreading the day when we have to redecorate and get new carpets in the lounge and dining room, and all the upheaval that would entail, but now that time has come it's really not that bad... that's a lie, it's a bloody nightmare!
All of my hifi gear, records, CDs and associated audio crap have completely filled the spare bedroom (our only available space), while the a/v stuff is sharing our bedroom with us, with the big telly leaning on the wardrobe. I got the telly off the wall this morning, and inadvertently unplugged the heating's 'Hive' unit. Which now refuses to go bacl online... fortunately Mrs. P was able to get heating on manually.
And two days ago we left the house for a few hours while the painter sanded the lounge and dining room's window boards ready for painting, a process I'd assumed would involve some sandpaper sheets and elbow grease. Turns out he'd used an orbital sander with a torn dust bag. So I returned to find my speakers and hifi units looking like the aftermath of Pompeii's worst day. The painter was apologetic and offered to clean them with his rag, an offer I politely declined with a smile on my face even though I'd died a little bit inside

Seeing the little radio he brought with him that looked like, well, a painter's radio should have set off warning bells
Through all this Mrs. P is still having packages delivered from Amazon etc., one of which I sent to a fellow forum member. Contained a selection of hoover parts instead of the record sleeves he was expecting

So there's that as well...
I've been tempted to come out of my semi-retirement and go back to work to get away from all this, if only a while. But then I'd be leaving Anita to deal with all this on her own. And who knows what fresh hell I'd be coming home to?
Can't wait for next Tuesday to come, when the carpets have been fitted, and I can begin the unenviable task of putting all this stuff back together. And if it still works I'll show my arse in Woollies' shop window. Onwards and upwards eh?