Oh how naive I was to say “I’ll be tending to dodgy doors on saturday evening”…
More accurately I think we’ve spent about 48 man-hours cleaning this weekend punctuated with bouts of repairs and miscellaneous DIY… The high point probably being when I was lying on my back with my face wedged up against the side of the toilet while we hack-sawed, hammered and generally bashed-off the toilet seat off in order to fit the new one.
But the house is starting to look like a home. I’m taking tomorrow off to tend to other issues like alarms and showerfittings.
The cat finally left the bedroom and is now investigating the entire house and returning to her normal non-leopard crawling self.
I suspect we have a few weeks of repairs and touchups ahead of us before we can safely let the general populous into our abode, but I’m soooo glad I took a bunch of photographs of the place a few weeks ago while the previous tenant still lived there. The before/after photographs are going to be amazing… I hope!
Lots of love,
J.
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Lol, I did have a leetle giggle at your optimistic post from a few days ago about sitting on the couch drinking champagne… I hope you managed to do that after toilet-snogging etc though.
The best/worst thing about owning your own property? Never coming to the end of that snag list, always having ‘one more thing’ to do before it’s ready.
Ah, it’s the best…. Enjoy!
I think it was a day later that we ended up gulping down cheap woolies “sparkly” while still unpacking boxes.