What a Difference A Year Makes!

Look what happening to me! I am being returned to my former glory, only better.

My roof is already looking good.

From the back view I am a maze of scaffolding.

You will recall in "17 Browning Street" I reflected:

"I sit and dream of an unlikely future, someone realising my worth,

making way for a restump, renovation and paint job, giving me

a new lease on life."

Well, this unlikely future is happening, right here, right now. That apprentice painter who nearly 45 years ago painted my hallway a fresh pale green and, for a moment in time, made me feel bright again, has returned. Yes, Lawrie's and Mary's son Paul has returned all these years later to change me from living the life of "Baby Jane" to that of "Cinderella." I might even get to go to the ball.

I have had restumpers, asbestos removers, architects, builders, window framers, roofers, plumbers, electricians, engineers and painters all examining my structure, discussing my good and bad points right in front of me as if I can't hear them. One even suggested demolishing me. That was greeted with a steely stare. Thank heavens! I was about to drop my ceiling on the owner of that comment. That would have taught him a lesson.

These past few weeks, I have witnessed a hive of industry. Trucks and utes parked all over my yard; hidden under a covering of scaffolding; much sawing, hammering and slapping. All of this to try to recapture how I looked many years ago. And I'm loving the attention. Who kinow what my future will be now?

Anyone for a public bath?