Yesterday the workmen were knocking the fireplace out or making in bigger, not really sure which. Anyway they were having to cut through bricks which created a LOT of dust. You wouldn't believe how much dust unless you saw it.

Everything downstairs was covered in dust. Not just in the living room but in the front porch and even in the kitchen their was a layer of dust.

Of course I HAD to have my cup of tea. Can't survive long without a cup of tea. So when they stopped for dinner (where I live dinner is the meal between noon and 1pm and the meal anytime between 4 and 6pm is tea) me and the dogs went downstairs. I knew they'd need to be out by that time so let them out and as usual Naughty took ages to find just the right place to go so by the time I were getting the dogs in the workmen were coming back in to create more dust and I hadn't made my cup of tea.

Now I suppose any sensible person with asthma would forget the cup of tea and get back upstairs quick and shut the door because being able to breathe is a little more important than a cup of tea but then I'm not sensible. To me a cup of tea is more important than a little thing like being able to breathe.

I HAD to have my cup of tea so just went into the kitchen and made it. The kettle seemed to take forever and I were soon coughing. I had however been sensible enough to bring my inhaler downstairs with me so it was unlikely I were actually going to die for this cup of tea.

I got my cup of tea but ended up awake most of the night coughing and wheezing and having to use my inhaler almost constantly just to be able to breathe well enough that I wouldn't kill off too many more brain cells from oxygen deprivation.

Thankfully the workmen aren't here today so no more dust today. Hopefully if they're here tomorrow my breathing will have settled down by then otherwise I could have to risk my life for a cup of tea again!