a true friend

comes over in response to a voicemail, on a Sunday afternoon, when he could be doing other things and tells you that you don't have to go to the dump. He'll go to the dump with Andy and unload the construction crud (all 472kg of it) so you can go back inside and finish the last coat of paint and bake a pie and make a nice Sunday supper and feel relieved that you did not have to go to the dump.

Thanks Tom.

Other good friends tell you about a great tile store, let you have a shower at their house, lend you their truck, cluck over tile samples, let you come over and steal ideas from their bathrooms, give you a gift of shower gel when it's almost over, traipse upstairs to view the work in progress and say, "niiiiice," even when it looks like a war zone, reassure you that 5 weeks isn't long for a bathroom reno, approve of your paint colour swatches even when they're just splotches of dried paint on your shirt, refrain from laughing when they see you in your "painting outfit," view your blogs about the bathroom reno and say "niiiice," reassure you that it will be worth the time and expense, loan you a pool key, listen to the war stories and help keep the faith.

The renos are now complete. Andy is putting up towel racks as I blog. He's going to buy new towels, and I'll put stuff into the cupboards tomorrow, and it's a done deal. Before and after photos to come, then this project is done and done.

And it was worth it.

And we have many very good friends.

question: who helped you and how?

mompoet - rich beyond imagination