So I’ve been in the wee white and red house for three days now. After the floods over the weekend I think things are still trying to dry out. I think the floor in the kitchen is nearly there. What a nightmare. It was raining so heavily. I know I haven’t really explained all of this, but I’ve got an entry I wrote at home I’ve been meaning to stick up here. To be honest I’m tired of talking about it. Forgive me. There was a leak into the kitchen, I had to call the landlady up in Auckland and then call a plumber to get it fixed. He came out in the pouring rain but couldn’t do anything till the next day. Things got a bit damp. Luckily it was contained in the kitchen.
But that aside, I’m really enjoying living there. I thought that it would take a while to get used to living alone – but I love it! Perhaps it’s because it is such a little place – the thought of another person living there is just out of the question! (It’ll be interesting to see what happens when Aart comes over. I’m sure it will be fine. But it will be…cozy.)
I’m heading home this weekend. Getting the bus up there, and then driving my grandpa’s car back to Wellington as my aunt is buying it. So I will bring down a load of things for the kitchen – plates, cutlery, pots, pans, a popcorn maker, coffee pot, one of those hand blender things. A toaster. It’ll be good to be able to cook properly, even though there isn’t an oven.