Feels like home

Well, I’m in.

This is being written from my house. The one with my name on the ‘papers’ which, in this less romantic age, actually consist of an entry on an electronic title register.

I’ve actually been ‘in’ for a day and a half at the time of writing. I’m also going to have to copy this across to my blog in another day or two when I have an internet connection. But even that slight hiccup contains the prospect of a small thrill, seeing as this will be the first blog entry written on MY computer, which until now has never had an internet connection (didn’t really seem worthwhile to pay for two connections in the one house).

The air is filled with the smell of… well, it’s supposed to be lemon, but it’s a somewhat overpowering version of lemon designed by someone in the cleaning industry for whom near enough was good enough. So, the air is filled with the smell of hyper-lemon. A lovely couple have just cleaned by newly bought 3rd-hand lounge suite for me. I have a dinner table, a bed, a fridge, a TV and VCR located on and in a sensational looking entertainment unit, a washing machine, a plum tree in season (needs more flavour), and all in all things are going pretty well just at the moment.

I wanted to put that last bit on the record, for posterity. I am officially in a really, REALLY good mood.

The fact that I cleaned up some of the initial mess at the same time as Mick & Sue were cleaning my lounge suite may have something to do with that. There’s plenty of work to do (heck, half my stuff hasn’t made it over here yet, which would explain why I still have so much cupboard space), and there’ll be at least four more visits from people/groups during this week to shell out money to for their services, but right now at this moment I am…

…joyfully in love with my house. More to the point, I believe this is somewhere I could enjoy living.