Oh my, oh my. I have not been a very good little blogger, now have I???
I have lots and lots and lots to say and seemingly no time to say it. I have very quickly fallen out of all the routines I had going. Blogging and the gym – I can not fathom how I used to do those things??? And it was a mere month ago that they were firmly ingrained.
I am slowly (re)falling in love with this place but it has been a bumpy road. I was so charmed by the retro-vibe that I missed the one hard truth:
RETRO = OLD.
Retro wallpaper – yes! Retro carpet – no.
And that our previous place was BRAND SPANKING, any DNA is our DNA, NEW does not help matters.
I had romantic notions but what I got was peeling wallpaper and a toilet that required A KNIFE to chip the black putrescence from.
Also, there are smells. Musty smells. Doggy smells. Smells that don't belong to us smells.
So, it must be said, my OCD has taken a flogging these past weeks.
But when all is said and done, I do feel that we are home.
And the one part I would not trade for all the brand new kitchens in the world; our landlord.
He is approachable; he is interesting; he is a bringer of homemade jam – a bloody gem of a man, he is.
After the experience we had with our last landlord? You can not put a value on that.
Additionally, as evidenced by the photo below, he clearly has a sense of humour.
I will be back soon with stuff not relating to the move – maybe. But then again, you would probably do well to expect a lot more posts about moving because for the love of god, I can think of nothing else.
As always, The Little Mumma loves you!