Woo-hoo! One month after we moved in, and finally our new sofa was delivered this morning! 🙂
We have a beautiful brand new overhead light fitting hanging from our bedroom ceiling, but as yet we don’t have the correct bulb for it (although one is ordered and on the way). I said to my husband this morning – ‘I really love the look of our new bedroom light’ to which he replied ‘It’s not actually a light until the bulb comes along – until then it’s just a fancy wiring project…’ 🙂
‘I like gardening – it’s a place where I find myself when I need to lose myself’ – Alice Sebold
With our new house we’ve inherited a nice-sized mature garden front and back (not too big, not too small), so it’s going to be an adventure finding out next year exactly what we have growing in it! For now there are two very old rickety plum trees that need some serious cutting back of old dead wood (it actually breaks off in your hand, not good), and two much younger (and so far more manageable to prune) apple trees.
There’s also a large-ish odd-looking tree I don’t recognise that definitely needs taken in hand (it’s grown so large it blocks some of the light coming in to the conservatory), and a few overgrown shrubs and bushes (again needing to be cut back), but for now much is lying dormant, so only time will tell what else we might have under the soil, waiting to surprise us in the spring… so apart from taking some time to prepare it for the winter, we decided to take a wait-and-see approach…
So yesterday armed with determination, a pair of sharp secateurs and a small branch saw I spent much of the day putting in some much-needed manual labour in an attempt to make a start to getting the most tangled areas of our back garden sorted out. As well as cutting back myriad branches as necesary I also raked leaves and weeded flower beds, tidying and clearing bit by bit. I came in at dusk absolutely exhausted but feeling thoroughly invigorated – I honestly really enjoyed myself, the whole day was literally a breath of fresh air… 🙂
All being well, we get the keys for our new house tomorrow!
It’s not a brand new house, but it’s certainly new to us. It’s actually an old 1930s bungalow that (according to the Title Deed) was first sold in October 1933 for £400. We, of course, have paid a teensy-weensy bit more than that for it exactly 86 years later, but we both fell in love with it the moment we saw it, and can’t wait to move in over the next few days!
It’s going to take us some time to do it up the way we want it, but we’re just so delighted with it and are really looking forward to the ongoing process of making it our own over the next few months. The house is actually in the city of Inverness so after 10 weeks of truly rural living we’ll be townies again.
And even though we’ll be living in town we’re going to have a garden too, both front and back – outdoor space to spend time in and shops and services near enough on our doorstep again, woo-hoo! Watch this space! 🙂
Colleagues… Welcome back to our place of work…
Speaker of the House of Commons John Bercow, today in Parliament – the first day back for MPs after Prime Minister Boris Johnson’s contraversial prorogation of Parliament was declared unlawful by the UK Supreme Court 🙂
Shit, it’s hot!
OK, so for all you people out there who live in everyday hot countries, it may not be hot by your standards, but remember that here in the UK we live in a naturally temperate climate in homes designed and built for keeping people snug and warm, not airy and cool.
And as most of us don’t have air conditioning as standard, when I tell you it’s well over 30-something degrees celsius outside I mean we are all also living inside in that sweltering, suffocating, humid heat, not sitting smug in a cool air-conditioned environment watching the heat and sun out of the well-shaded window.
Or, worse than being hot stuck at home, if you’re really unlucky you have no option but to commute to work all suited and booted in a sardine-packed moving metal cylinder travelling deep underground with NO air-con, surrounded by a whole host of other hot sweaty and grumpy commuters in the stagnant, stifling heat, many of who have no concept of personal hygiene.
We had some spectacular thunderstorms overnight last night, but disappointingly it’s still ridiculously hot today. And tomorrow is potentially record-breaking – if we do hit the predicted 37 degrees celcius (98-point-something farenheit) then apparently that will be the hottest July temperature ever recorded here in the UK – ugghh!.
So this mini-heatwave we’re having just now is absolutely unbearable for me – I’m soaked in salty sweat all the time, sticky and stinky, damp hair stuck to my scalp and forehead and neck, and I absolutely hate it. I don’t even do traditional beach resort holidays because I dislike the heat so much – lying on hot sand all day and being eaten alive by foreign bugs is my idea of hell.
I’m not even a huge fan of summer as a season in general – give me the balmy grey delights of spring and autumn any day over the black-or-white extremes of summer or winter…
So anyway, that’s why I feel perfectly justified today in saying ‘Shit, it’s hot!’
Aww crap, it’s Thursday… 😦