Home, Sweet Home

Things are finally happening on the piece of dirt Dave and I like to call Chez Nous. No longer are the builders standing around sucking air through their teeth and proclaiming the weather to be of not a high enough quality to commence building works.

I got the first hint last week. When we went for our weekly jaunt into "t'country", past our land. We spied a sign stating that 'trespassers will be slapped' (I can't actually remember what was said. I was too busy jumping up and down about the fact we had a REAL sign on our land!).

Hmmm, seems someone got a teensy bit ahead of himselves when it came to the ordering of 'stuff' though. On closer inspection we discovered that our window frames had also been delivered. We need foundations, sewage and drains and walls before we can start thinking about the bloody windows? Surely?

Anyway, a couple of days later a porta loo was erected ( a sure sign?) and then the following day all these plastic tube things appeared out of the ground...

We've got somewhere for our bath water to go! Yippee. I have never been so excited to see sewage pipes in my whole life.

...until this week, anyway. This week we have actual concrete down. That means the foundations have been laid and the brickies are queueing up to lay their bricks for us.

Ain't she beautiful?