so, we can has house.
woo! :-D
it is very awesome.
we’re very mostly unpacked (although we again have a single room full of “let’s sort that bit out later” junk), but lots of things aren’t in quite the right place. we’ve plonked everything down in an “okay for now” spot so that we can live here and be happy. bookcases slightly too wide for the slot, couch not in quite the right spot for maximum fireplace sit-and-watch-age, that kind of thing. but we are happy :-) .
so, some quick pics:
L to R: cool morning light in the kitchen; dining room; more kitchen light.
L to R: lounge from the kitchen, with parfait and meep and sproing; Shower of Doom; entrance hall.
Bonus material: sign used to ward off builders before the cats were allowed to roam the house.
We released the cats out into the house a week or so ago, and let them outside yesterday.
Followed them around for a bit, then left them to their own devices.
About ten minutes later we hear plaintive mewing from sproing.
We locate the sound over the back wall.
I get a ladder, climb to the top, and make cat noises.
Sproing then jumps up onto wall and says hello.
He forgot to take his GPS with him, obviously, and got losted (not trapped, as we feared).
Feline overlords, eh? *shrug*
