This is our new home. Oh yes, we have a new home - it's news to me as well. We've been away in Cornwall for a fortnight, during which time the builders set to work on our house and managed some quite magnificent breakdown in communication which led the man with the digger to think we'd moved out. And if we've moved out, we don't need drains, right? We don't need gas or toilets that you can flush or sinks you can drain.
Home from Cornwall without a clue about the plumbing, our six year old flushed the toilet and the colour drained from my face. An hour later we had the keys to the builder's empty bungalow (and I do mean empty - no curtains even) and 21 hours later we'd moved house on the back of two tipper trucks. The sight of the Clampits leaving town set curtains twitching up and down the road.
Gin was taken quite soon after.
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