Sunday 31 May 2009

Starting to look like a home

Yep, I was right, I was bitten by thousands of mosquitoes, but the worse ones are always in the difficult place to scratch - like my big toe - ahhhhh!

I had quite a disturbed sleep last night as I am definitely now conformable yet in the house - maybe I wont be until Stuart gets here. I now know why I wanted a town house in a gated community, however, that went by the way side when I saw the pool here! On Wednesday, I will be fully alarmed and at least that means I will know loud and clear when someone is coming in! I actually got a couple more night lights that switch on in dark, so when I come home after dark they will be on.

I completed unpacking all my clothes, no more suitcases. I am sorry Stuart, I have filled all three wardrobes downstairs, but you have the five upstairs! Dad's Christmas present, wardrobe 'shelves', are excellent and I think we will need some more this Christmas! I bought my first shag pile rug today for my dressing room.

Having decided to to do no shopping this weekend after I went to do something to do with the wedding!, I decided to pop into Ikea for a couple of things I had seen at an unbelievable price! Of course, now I have unpacked I know some of the items I need. I have now hung some pictures, and have some lights - it is looking a bit more homely :)

Did my first household chores - I mopped all the floors! I had been walking around in bare feet and was horrified when I lifted up my foot! I still need some sort of vacuum cleaner to hoover the rugs.

Oh last night I forgot to tell you about the flesh eating spider you get here! Apparently, they hide in you woolen jumpers and then eat you when you put them on! Oh why did I come here - guns, mosquitoes and now flesh eating spiders. At the BBQ yesterday, there was one in the pool and it had lots of babies as well - Lars, my boss, said he didn't think he would be going for his early morning swim!

Diaster! I have lost one of my diamonte diamonds from my sandles!

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