So Friday was out last day in our beloved house, Chalk Squat. We’ve now bid farewell to our high ceilings, wood floors, gorgeous fire places, amazing gas cooker, jacuzzi tub, and romantic garden of roses and daisies. Even though there were 8 of us living there it never seemed crowded. But I’m not sure I’ll be able to say the same of our new home, Jute. There’s still 8 of us, but now we’re a bedroom short (poor Dave will be kipping down on a matress on the living room floor) and we’ll only have one bathroom. I’ve already designated a bush in the garden as my new urination station. So to help me gain a more postive outlook on the situation, I’ve been looking at this site about slums.
But for now I’m enjoying of a weekend of domestic bliss at the Pizzo cottage. The garden is in full bloom, the sweet smell of sizzling meat and veggies on the BBQ is wafting into the room, and best of all are D&P and for one day more Auntie Kathy.
P.S. Today we went to Art in Action and saw some incredible art, including this painting… def check it out.