the weird shit

Today i'm in the thinking-in-English mood, so pls, "bear with me".

My house is getting a make up :)
Every damn thing in this house is covered with a thin layer of ciment dust; my washing machine is in the bedroom; all the books and clothes and.... everything else - well, all of "IT" ("IT" stands for "item") is stored in hudge bags an' boxes, so...
You cannot imagine the entire picture.

Unlike the other week, someone came to my door today.
Some weirdy woman came asking is she can borrow some adhesives for smthing to repair at her home. I felt like laughting! I mean.. Really! Come on!
I never saw her in my entire life. She was all smiles and roses and seemed very confty.
My first question was: "Who exactly are you?!" and she made that "nevermind" gesture saying "oh, just a neighbour". Still very confy. I was wondering at that point: should i be polite or just smack the bitch up with some well-chosen words? Politeness it was: "Excuse me, is that an emergency?" Finally, i saw the smile falling to pieces (i mean literally falling :)) ). "Aaaaa, well, aaa, it was for my daughter actually. She needs it!" Not make her feel bitchy though, i said to myself "I'm asking you because my deal with those guys is for them to work with their own materials. So the adhesive is not mine, it's their's." "Oh, aa! Sorry..." She was very confused about being refused".
Most of my neighbours did "stuff" their own appartments.
Now how was i supposed to go to smbdy's house: "Excuse me, my waterpipe broke. Do you happend to have a small part to spare?!" I mean, really, how idiotic would i have been?!
Or: What the fuck was that?!
Answer: Some weird shit.

Before i go, i must tell you this: Oh, my God this looks promicing!
We had a dream when we started and it's so much close to reality now...
Love it, simply love it!
I don't care that i wore the same jeans and the same t-shirt for a week now (we can only wash our socks and panties, as the radiators are also covered in ciment and only 2 elements of the one in the bedroom we sleep in are free).
I don't care my hair brush is one of those bags and i DO need it.
I simply love the way the house will become..
And i care for the fact that i haven't seen my daughter since Sunday. Really, this hurts. But beside it, nothing else matters.