The new house continues to grow at a pace.The carpenters are working today, fixing the first floor joists. Last Friday the steels, of which there are many, were craned into place. We like open plan living, which means more steel. I must admit it is strange being an observer rather than a doer, but I’m enjoying it. I can sit in my house browsing exciting brochures while the carpenters and bricklayers are working away in the distance. It’s also a sign that I’m getting old 🤣. On previous builds I was the gofer - bricks, blocks, tools, tea and biscuits. This time I make the builders a cake once a week - usually on Friday - which they seem to enjoy. They think I’m Mary Berry. Actually I’m Betty Crocker😂
Ted, one of our cats, is pondering his fourth move. He was dumped as a newborn kitten in our garden in Spain, along with his 3 sisters who have all sadly passed away now. He lived there for 2 or 3 years before embarking on the long journey to England. We all lived in a caravan for 9 months before moving into new build number 3 (where we now live). New build number 4 awaits his approval.
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