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How to tear down walls by building one
I have decided to add a false wall to our bedroom, along the back, behind the headboard. It shouldn’t take long — I should be able to get it done over the weekend. B&Q have an offer on for timber framing. I saw it online this morning and if we act now, we can get a third off everything we need. I worked with James on the remodelling last summer and the walls I put up there are still standing, by all accounts, so I wouldn’t worry too much about it collapsing on us in the middle of the night. Sure, it might look a bit ugly at first, but we could get a plasterer in, when we have the money, and a lick of paint isn’t too much.
I’ve also done my research and found a good bit of sound insulation. It’s more expensive than the usual type, but I think you’ll agree, it’s something worth investing in.
Well, I hope you’ll agree, anyway. It’s only the sort of thing we can talk about after it is all up, I suppose. That’s when it will all come out. That’s when everything will come out. No more secrets.
I hope you don’t mind me not telling you about this before I go ahead and do it. It’s just that I don’t want them to know why I’m really doing it. Hell, I think they could hear us whisper if they wanted to. You remember that time we were making love and we heard that gentle cough emanating from the other side of the plasterboard? *That’s* how thin the walls are in these terrace houses. No, there’s no way I could tell you without letting them know I was doing it for them.
Well, maybe that’s not fair. I’m not really doing it for them. I’m doing it for us. Me and you.
I guess I just can’t wait to talk to you properly again. It feels like it’s been so long. Everything in marked tones of acquiescence. So obliging and forgiving of each other. I’ve almost forgotten what you’re really like.
But I want to meet you again — meet you properly; without a neighbourly audience or the prying eyes and ears of public places. Just me and you, together in our room. No more secrets. No more untold injuries. Nothing left unsaid between us. I want to be open with you again. Just like we used to be.
I miss you.
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