Some of you kind folks have been asking about how it’s all going at our new home.
Well, the update is this – we’re in, but pretty much living in a construction zone. We have heat, running water, a loo that works, and floors and walls. And that’s kind of it.
Currently we’re all crammed into one room while our house s-l-o-w-l-y takes shape around us. It’s an adventure (she says, with teeth clenched). Here is a glimpse of our new digs in its current forlorn state: the bedroom (above) otherwise known as a mattress lying on bare floorboards.
The laundry/washing machine, referred to by some as a bathtub.
The kitchen – more commonly known as a microwave sitting in the spare bedroom.
The refrigerator. (I kid you not – we’ve been keeping our perishables in the snow outside our front door. As I type, there’s a Cornish pasty and a can of Coke sitting on the ledge outside my bedroom window).
Our front room; not much ‘lounging’ going on at the present time.
But one day soon we’ll look back and laugh. Proper laughing I mean – not that crazy, high-pitched ‘I’m about to have a complete and utter mental breakdown’ hysterical giggling.
At least, that’s what I have to keep telling myself…