As you may have noticed I've been a tad ambivalent about my little house. It's a great paint job, has good flow, but it can be damp, wont accomodate a sister in law on a permanent basis, and has seemingly endless problems with the water system not to mention the dodgey electrics. So I was a bit worried that I'd return from holiday to find it small, damp and frustrating.
I didn't. I returned to find it didn't smell damp, was indeed very cute, well located and suits me perfectly. So why am I pissy? Well coz some bastards gone and messed with that fagile equilibrium by trying to break in. grrrrrr .
Upstairs got broken into again yesterday, and I thought I'd escaped, and I have but Clare noticed this morning that the louvres had been removed from my bedroom. So now I know someone wants to break in. Grrrrrr.
A bribe's a bribe
10 hours ago