Good morning good people from sunny Brixham! I have to pinch myself when I say that as I can't really believe that I'm finally living here in the house I bought two years ago. Who'd have thought it?
Backalong I showed off my property in its naked form, albeit that some of my camping gear was in situ. Now I'm ready to let you have a peep at just one furnished room. The rest of the house looks like Armageddon has struck so you not allowed to see that.
But behold I reveal my living room suitably attired with my stuff. Lovely, isn't it although I say so myself. Mr Metrosexual has given the thumbs up on my of his pop in visits. He said it is very bohemian chic. I like that.
It's good for my soul that in among the chaos I have somewhere pretty to sit and contemplate my navel.....oh and that list of tasks that seems endless. I'm setting myself daily goals to get the house shipshape. Yesterday I got my Internet up and running and hung pictures. Today the spare room which is the main storage hub will be cleared to a degree where I can put the chaise longue in the window bay. By the end of next week I will paint Louis' room so it's ready for him when he arrives for the first time next Sunday. Big pink roses don't cut the mustard as far as a twelve year old boy is concerned. Oh, I saw my son briefly yesterday when I picked him up from the Devon Scout Jamboree. He was tired and smelly and had been parted from half his possessions over the week. The lady in lost property said that he had earned his frequent flyer reward. Typical kid camp then!