90 mins after the apology email that the delivery would be a day late, up pulls a branded van. It sits there for a few minutes and then drives off. I'm wondering which person or system realised that the package wasn't in the van and when, oh, and what the COE will read like. busmansholiday.
I don't know who coined the phrase brick tent camping but it's perfectly apt. The project has a single pan induction hob which is perfect for brunch. There's a microwave, kettle and, most importantly a toaster. The plumbing works, just. And there's leccy too (although whether we'll be able to afford any in a month is anyone's guess). A fridge arrives tomorrow, just in time for it to be cold enough not to need a fridge. There's also a futon to sit/sleep on and a possibility of a bed arriving on Tuesday.
After a wet walk, taking shelter.
After the post-wet walk dry, getting settled.
Tommy Morrissey, 1915 - 1996.
Just tell me Old Shipmates
I'm taking a trip mates
and I'll see you someday
in Fiddlers Green
A futon arrived for the project. It was hanging out in the shed, but we thought quarter-past twelve in the morning was a little late to be figuring it out. Fortunately the airbed survived one more night (unlike our first attempt camping out at the project, which I'm not sure I'll ever be forgiven for). It's all quite cosy really…
...from cleaning and clearing with a cuppa down on the harbour wall.
We bought a house.
It has a small back door.
It has a shed-like thing.
And a pot plant for the garden to complement the view of the pub next door.
And a very short walk to the harbour.
Stay tuned for details of how we didn't really but a house, it's more of a project, or a place to look after.
Or tall people?
Maybe. Crossed fingers. And yes, it would be a project.