Free The Sensual Revolution by Kayler Holmes Page A

first thing I did regarding the house was a massive - and I do mean massive - clean-up. All the rubbish was dealt with, I sorted out Mum’s and Dad’s clothes and personal belongings to see which I wanted to keep, which to send to thrift stores and which needed throwing out. That was so cathartic that I decided to do the exact same thing with the rest of the house. The pile of things to go to the thrift store grew so big that eventually I figured that I would keep it all and see if I could sell any of it at car boot sales, table top sales and local Bring and Buy events. For a couple of months while I was sorting out the house and everything I had a lot of fun going to all of these and became so enthralled about it all that I actually considered learning to drive, doing it professionally for a while and see if I could make a career out of it! In the end I never got any further than thinking about it, but it was fun.
     
    Jamie’s Mum would take me and all the things I had to sell, along with a paste table and small gazebo and help me get set up. Then she would go and get us a cup of coffee and a bacon sandwich from the food stall which we were very glad to have to warm us back up again, especially in the colder months. It was quite amazing what people would pay for what I considered rubbish and a couple of regular car boot sales on the weekend every week gave me enough money to cover some my food and a couple of small bills, so it meant that I didn’t need to dip into my savings so much.
    Weekdays, sometimes well into the night were spent stripping the house right down to the lowest level of decor I could find. Jamie came home regularly over this period to help me out and often while his Mum and I were huddling round our coffee and bacon butties, he was just turning up at the cottage with his tool box in hand! He did all the minor repairs and assessed the major ones to see if they were something he could do by himself or if I would need to hire contractors. While the house had still remained structurally sound amazingly enough, there were some big jobs to do before it was ready to either properly live in or sell. The entire electric system had not been upgraded in the entire time my parents had lived there which was a good many years. This was the most major job of them all and Jamie was not qualified to do this by any stretch of the imagination.
    So before I was able to decorate or anything I needed to get an electrician to completely overhaul the house. It was chaos living there for a while, everything was in boxes to protect it and I had stored most of my furniture in Jenny’s garage. I still had the basic necessities but that translated into a mattress on the floor in my room, a fridge and a microwave in the kitchen and all the bathroom facilities. It was pretty bare, but I knew I could order takeaway or go out to eat in the meantime and it really needed doing. Not much point spending time and money on the house if it was going to burn to the ground soon due to faulty electrics. So I had duly trawled the yellow pages until I found a company that looked like they could do it and made inquiries. The man that had come to inspect the property and give me a quote was an older man, who was nice and friendly and was able to offer exactly what I wanted at a rate I could afford. I paid the deposit and arranged for them to start once the house was empty. I just hoped it would not take long, because as well as doing the electrics I was ready to start decorating and get on with living the rest of my life.
    The agreed day dawned bright and clear and I was up with the sun, dressed in my decorating clothes and ready to go far before the appointed time. I was kind of excited but not entirely sure why. I felt like Tony from West Side Story, that something big was coming, but I had no idea what. Regardless I wandered around the house, my hair tied up and under a scarf, scruffy horrible clothes on and a smear of dust across my nose where