We slept in this morning. A sort of old folk's gesture of celebration I suspect, and with a giggle thought about making a list of things that perhaps the landlord should think about repairing.
We didn't of course, and as usual pulled out our projects various and got going.
The last three months in the shed are coming to a close which is both good and bad. Good because it means the project is nearly finished, another day on "Mr Two" and a few on "Frank" and we're ready to pack, and good because I can focus on the several hundred other projects that need finishing before we depart. Bad, because I really like just standing there for days on end mixing colour in ever decreasing blodges, although if I get serious, a window would be nice.
Isn't it a mess. It will be nice to have it back to it's original purpose, for cutting things and banging them together, but it's been nice having the alternative too.
But all of that is skirting round the fact that we are still in shock. It doesn't matter if they decide to build the road again, we have their money.
They have our house.
We are free to think of our future with an understanding of what we have to work with, and we need to have a big think.
In a day or two!
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So it happened. I like the portrait of Mr Two.
Forget the mess. Won't you start putting holes in the walls and stuff now you are a tenant?
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