Progress!
As of yesterday the builders left! Mark and I spent the entire day cleaning and eventually I even managed to unpack a few boxes in the kitchen. The dust and dirt upstairs was in abundance, but I am pleased to say it is now fairly liveable. We even managed our first home cooked meal last night...Mark’s favourite...Fajitas!
The house however is not quite completely finished...the carpets still need to go in (and be chosen) and the painting needs to be done. Mark has taken off the next 3 days to make a start (and hopefully a finish) with the painting. Our friends Bronwyn and Luke (who have just moved back to London from SA) have moved in for the week - Luke is currently on the job hunting circuit so has kindly agreed to help Mark with the painting in amongst his search! So hopefully by the end of this week, it shall all be done! I can’t wait! The two weeks of living in upheaval (how the builders managed it for 7 weeks I don’t know) which was 2 weeks ahead of schedule - whilst only a short time it has felt more like age and I look forward to celebrating the final completion, hopefully in time for Mark’s Birthday in just over a week.
Molly Mouse is still trying to get used to having free reign of the entire house and to date has only had a small taste of the outside in 2 weeks (she made a dash for it yesterday, but Mark grabbed her tail, before she completed her escape). Last night, was her first night of having full range to wonder and explore the house through the night and she proceeded to give us a rather disturbed night’s sleep...(practice for kids no doubt, I think she could actually be worse than a child). She took herself off downstairs a few times in the night, but since the house is larger than our last one and obviously being newly ‘finished’, it is still rather empty, I think she found herself a bit lost and lonely, as once downstairs she would let off this almighty meow, that we normally would only hear when she was in her cat box waiting to see the vet. The little princess wouldn’t let up either till we finally gave in and fetched and brought back to the comfort of our bed. Much to our dismay this pattern continued a few times in the night...however on the occasions when she did finally make her way back upstairs, she made a point of announcing herself...which was almost as bad has having to go and get her. So here’s to hoping she has customised herself today whilst Mark has been around, so that we can get a more peaceful night’s sleep tonight!! We also shall look forward to her making her ‘outside’ debut... YAY to no more litter box!! Now we just have to hold thumbs she likes the neighbourhood and manages to find her way back again in one piece.