As we left for Brownies this evening, I glanced up at The Funny Little Bungalow, and lo! There was a light on in one of the new bedrooms upstairs! Not a light made possible by an endless chain of extension cables and a tenuous link to the embryonic mains, but an actual light, hanging from a ceiling rose, operated by a switch and there to stay.
THIS IS SIGNIFICANT!
In fact, the whole upstairs is now electrified, and but for a few missing bulbs (and bathrooms), we are good to go.
Downstairs, it is still an Escher painting. With wires.
And CCTeffingV.
This was my old blue sink.
I wasn’t allowed to re-use it. It got “accidentally” broken.
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