The Penultimate Day
Well, we’re semi packed and getting ready to go. We’re moving back to our house tomorrow, whether they’re finished or not. We really can’t wait any longer – we can’t get anything done in this house. I need to look for a permanent job, Debbie needs to get painting again, and I need to get writing again. Being here is like floating in limbo – we need some closure and we’re not going to get it till we’re back in our own house.
Of course, even moving home has its dramas – there was a wailfest this morning when Tristan discovered the GameCube was packed 😉 Poor wee soul. Anyway, the painters should be in today giving downstairs the final coat. Only goot three more bookshelves to build and that’s the furniture organised. That in itself is a drama, of course – every single sodding one of them has a couple of small items of hardware missing, so I’m having to build them by an, er, alternative method. Not to worry, though. We still don’t have any books to put on them anyway.
