The dust hadn’t settled as another bang was heard. The wall came down unceremoniously, wood shuddering on impact. Rubble lay everywhere and vans were parked haphazardly outside.
Janine walked towards the man wielding the sledgehammer. He put his hand up imperiously.
“If you’re going to stay here, Jan, you need a respirator.” He handed her the mask and added, “It’s worse than it looks. We’ll finish getting the rotten timber out today; then we can start to replace the joists, floorboards and…“
“…and most of my house.” She grinned. “You really think you’ll finish the renovation next month?”