The House That Sat Down Trilogy: Omnibus
Edition by Alice May
A
walk-in wardrobe at The House That Sat Down
By
Alice May
It is an often brushed-under-the-carpet fact that, for a large
family to function in any practical sense, there has to be at least
one person taking overall responsibility for certain basic needs. I
am referring, of course, to those duties that fall to the chief-cook
and bottle-washer, as well as the general laundry and clothing
maintenance factotum.
In the past, such a person might be referred to as the housewife - or
indeed, the househusband - but I am reluctant to use either term
because of certain sexist connotations. Suffice to say, that person
upon whom the onerous duties outlined above fall in our family is
definitely me; due entirely to the fact that I give in, and do what
needs to be done, way before anyone else does.
Thus, when the house collapsed, the insurance company rejected our
claim and we found ourselves living in a tent in the garden, it never
occurred to anyone else to worry about how on earth we were going to
wash our clothes. Admittedly, there were a lot of other things that
needed dealing with at that time too; like how on earth we were going
to find the money to rebuild the cottage, not to mention our lives,
but let’s just stick with the clothing conundrum for now. (I have a
word limit!)
From my self-imposed position as general dogs-body, my mind
immediately started to melt at the practical pitfalls of a prolonged
tented lifestyle. How on earth was I going to ensure the kids were
properly turned out for school every day?
It was a logistical nightmare of epic proportions.
To begin solving this problem, my first task was to crawl through the
wreckage of my house looking for clothes – specifically school
uniform – and I will admit that this was a genuinely insane thing
to do. After the initial collapse of two load-bearing cob walls, the
part of the property that remained upright was still moving in
miniscule increments. We had absolutely no idea if it might
completely collapse at any given moment. Going inside to salvage
belongings was utterly crazy. However, I challenge anyone to think
straight under such circumstances. Don’t worry, though, we did have
the good sense to keep the children well away from the danger zone.
I was determined to make sure that some semblance of normal life
could continue for my chicks. How deluded I was! There was nothing
normal about our situation, but, in some ways, focusing on the
smaller details kept me from obsessing about the wider problems that
we faced; problems we had no solutions for.
Eventually, I amassed a large pile of dusty clothing on the patio.
The next job was to shake the worst of the dirt and rubble from these
items before finding a way to wash them. This wasn’t going to be as
tricky as you might think, because the one bit of the house that was
still standing included our back door which opened directly into to a
teeny, tiny utility room. This was where the family washing machine
lived. Even better, that particular bit of our domestic plumbing was
still intact and working. A minor miracle! The fact that we had no
idea if this area of the property was actually stable wasn’t going
to stop me from using that machine. I merely had to open the back
door, lean in, shove clothes into the drum, add a dollop of non-bio
and we were half way to having clean laundry.
Following that significant success, the rest of the job got a great
deal easier. After all, the washing line is in the garden – a nice,
benign location - and our tumble drier has always lived in the garage
- a suitably safe and supremely stable structure. Thus, both drying
facilities were several meters away from the collapsing house danger
zone. Phew!
A kind friend lent me some temporary clothes rails and hangers, which
meant that our clean, dry clothes could be hung up as soon as they
came out of the drier.
In a very short space of time, I achieved a life-long ambition,
because I then owned what was effectively a walk-in wardrobe. I had
simply never anticipated that I would ever have such a luxury in my
garage.
But then again, I also never thought that my house would fall down.
Life is full of surprises!
Love
Alice x
Inspired
by a true story, The House That Sat Down Trilogy is a tale of triumph
over tragedy. It is an astonishing account of sudden, first-world
homelessness in the heart of the New Forest, and the unexpected
consequences. Written entirely from a mother’s point of view,
following the collapse of her family's home, it is an uplifting and
positive read in spite of the subject matter, with a thread of wry
humour throughout. Follow this ordinary woman on an extraordinary
journey of survival and self discovery as she reels from disaster,
before picking herself up and coming back stronger and wiser than
before.
Packed with humorous observations about what it is like to live in a tent in your garden with your husband and four children after a significant part of your house falls down out of the blue one day, this story takes you from the depths of despair right through to the satisfying heights of success against the odds, with lots of tea and cakes on the way.
Follow this crazy family as they cope with disaster in their own truly unique and rather mad way, and celebrate each small triumph along the way with them.
Packed with humorous observations about what it is like to live in a tent in your garden with your husband and four children after a significant part of your house falls down out of the blue one day, this story takes you from the depths of despair right through to the satisfying heights of success against the odds, with lots of tea and cakes on the way.
Follow this crazy family as they cope with disaster in their own truly unique and rather mad way, and celebrate each small triumph along the way with them.
I am a
multi-tasking parent to four not-so-small children, and I am
fortunate enough to be married to (probably) the most patient man on
the planet. We live in, what used to be, a ramshackle old cottage in
the country. Our house began to fall down out of the blue one day,
which resulted in the whole family living in a tent in the back
garden for quite some time, while we worked out how to rebuild our
home.
A few years
afterwards, I decided to write a book and, once I started, I found I
couldn’t stop.
Inspired by
true-life events ‘Accidental Damage – tales from the house that
sat down’ wouldn’t leave me alone until it was written.
Within six months
of self-publishing my novel, I was delighted to learn that it had won
two ‘Chill with a Book Awards’. This was a massive honour and
motivated me to continue writing. Accidental Damage became the first
book in a trilogy.
The Omnibus
edition of all three books in the House That Sat Down Trilogy is now
available via Amazon in both paperback and kindle format.
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