My cousin & CIL left for Kent Tuesday evening (they were 3 hours on the tarmac at Glasgow airport and not home until 2am – well that sucked). They spent five days ‘getting the house ready’ for me – I just can’t get over all the work they’ve done. They never seem to rest, working like demons from morning to night, which makes me wonder if we really are related after all.
The house isn’t quite ‘done’ yet – the afore-mentioned broken boiler needs replacing, the afore-mentioned hatch stills dangles in the middle of the hall, and there are tweaks and minor repairs that the joiner needs to tackle. But it looks fab, and I’m almost done unpacking. My furniture looks quite good in the rooms (although I keep moving the desk from one place to another – I think I’ve finally landed on its home for now). I’ve just decided not to worry about where Viv would like things – I’m going to set things up my way, and the day after I leave, she can move everything where she would like them. Of course our tastes are different, but we both seem to recognise that, and aren’t offended by it.
I am so excited by the kitchen. My first kitchen in Kirkwall was fine, but I bought only the bare minimum of appliances and cookware, etc… for my two years here; the second kitchen had more dishware, utensils, etc… as it was rented fully furnished, but the stove and oven had no numbers on the dials and indicators, so cooking was a challenge. But here, a brand new induction stovetop (hob), a full-sized convection oven, lots of bakeware, serving dishes, nice pots & pans – well, I have cooked, and baked, and made something different every day. All while standing & working at my huge picture windows, overlooking the Clyde Valley in the distance.