Thanks to an inspiring, mammoth effort from Rob last week we're now, finally, only weeks away from moving into our new home.Legendary Uncle "Rock" , as Poppy likes to call him, steamed into plastering the upstairs bedrooms of the barn and tiling the kitchen... in a skirt! Our resident tiler , Scouse Mike, commended Rob on a very nice job. Thanks mate, you're a star!
Normally, as they say in France, the plumber arrives tomorrow morning. "Normally" means it never happens and tomorrow never comes so we'll be waiting a long time for the showers and sinks to go in. Progress is also likely to hampered by the fact that there's one bog missing. As soon as he's done I'm looking forward to sanding down the upstairs floors with my new toy sander and varnishing. Sarah's already planning on spending all my hard earned cash on her soft furnishings. This evening I cranked up the underfloor heating in preparation for our arrival and already it's toasty underfoot.
What other news from Noah's arc ? Poppy's learning to drive. I think Eeyore has reaslised that the thing between his legs isn't for stirring tea and has Binny in the family way. Either that or she's a pig. The sheep are about to explode. There's only the two of them in the top field with tons of grass and they're heads down all day long. It's probably a bit like a free bar 24 hours a day for 6 months. "And what's so odd about that?" says Johnny O'Donnell.
