Little by little, the house is starting to feel inhabitable. I've been painting the bedroom a duck-egg blue, and as you can see the cat has been lending a hand. My dad said that making a house a home is like eating an elephant, you have to do it little by little. I hope he isn't speaking from experience. And where on earth did he get that metaphor from anyway...?
We did buy a bottle of prosecco the day we went to collect the keys, but the moving-in process was so traumatic we didn't open it until the Sunday night. So rather than our usual tradition of a bottle of bubbly & takeaway dinner on our first night in a new home, we cracked it open on the Sunday to celebrate finishing up at the rented flat. Now for the long slog of trying to get our deposit money back from a psycho landlord. This will warrent much more than a bottle of Tesco Finest Prosecco.
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| Prosecco in a wine glass - because who knows what fricking box the champagne glasses are in... |
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