Ooh, I leaned about how to find those when I was in Brownies. You have to go find a pond, turn around three times and look in the water while reciting a rhyme to see them. It goes "twist me and turn me and show me the elf". You look in the water and see..... yourself.
Indoctrinating young girls into their role as house keepers, gotta love it. Pretty sure the Scouts didn't get that one. Unfortunately it's also right, this is all on me. I'd rather a helpful pixie.
The expensive maintenance thing the previous owner of my van was putting off turned out to be a timing belt. So my plans to maybe go to the new place tomorrow have been put off to allow time for the belt to be replaced. Otherwise all looks as expected for a six year old van, so that's good.
Mr Woof's new travel crate has been put together and I have his sheepskin blanket folded in the bottom. He should be quite cosy there once he gets used to the idea of being confined - I just have to work out the best way of strapping it down in the back of the van.
I still have a few weeks before the move and I'd like to cull some of my stuff a bit more instead of moving stuff I don't actually want. Panicked yeeting into a box is scheduled for everything left the week before the move.
I have managed to pack two boxes of fragile servingware today. All boxes are being liberally padded out with bits of fabric from my stash. By the time I get to the sewing room there should not be much fabric left to pack.
No, it's to specific named people. I can actually read the card inside through the envelope (I may have been nosy and held it up to the light 🤣) and it's pretty much just a note that someone visited while they were out. Not the end of the world if they don't get it, but I presume they would like to know.
I had a mysterious hand delivered letter in my mailbox today, addressed to some people who are not me and marked "private and confidential".
It can't be too confidential because it was a card I was able to read through the envelope, which I presume would be meaningful to whoever it was addressed to but not to me. There is no address or anything so there is no way of passing it on to the right person. I'm thinking maybe just put it through the shredder?
You post lots of pics because she is photogenic and you get lots of good pics. Miss Meow defaults to an ill-defined silhouette, so most of my photos of her end up going straight to the bin.
This is a brand new house, there is not really anything to document. There are pages of everything being perfect in great detail.
Basically any damage is going to be on me. There are little pots of all the paint colours though so I can do touchups, and spare tiles and floor boards so any damage to those can be fixed without redoing everything too. Hopefully I can avoid any damage though - I have lots of things like shelf liners and caps to go on all the furniture to stop scratches. Plus many door mats and rugs.
Last time I rented a property the condition report was a carbon copy checklist of a couple of pages, with a few lines to add comments. This time I have 170 pages, with multiple photos of everything. There are 9 photos of the front door knob.
The GPS told me traffic was really bad on my route, but assured me if I followed the new route it had calculated I would be home before 7. I decided to trust it, and ended up going through a bunch of places I did not recognise (Ascot Vale and Travencore included). Once I was on that route the GPS informed me that traffic was actually bad that way too and there was no way I was getting home before 7.
When I did finally get home there were packages waiting though - Miss Meow's tree cat scratcher and the leaf shaped mats for the garden themed corner, Mr Woof's new fluffy grey rugs for the front bedroom, and the big rug for the lounge. The big rug looks nicer than I was expecting and is very soft.
That took a lot more work putting together than anticipated, and I still have to screw down the slats. I'm happy with how it looks though. I don't think I've got enough enthusiasm left to start on the side tables today, I might have a start on the dining table and cat trees instead.
I still don't have any power. Hopefully it will be done soon, I'd like to have it on before I leave.
My old water heater used about 16 matches and a complicated pattern of pressing and releasing the gas button. It never occured to me new ones would self light.
It is an instantaneous heater, so no waiting required.
Oh dear, I did washing this morning and just realised I forgot to hang it up! I must hasten to the drying rack....