It’s been a long road, but here we are, finally in our lovely little nana house. We wanted this house as soon as we saw it. It has so much potential. It’s been well cared for, but needs an update – paint, carpets, light fittings, drapes, gardens. We have so many plans for the place I can hardly contain my excitement. I want to do everything right now, but I also want to take our time and savour the transformation at the same time.
The house isn’t without issues. There are cracks in the exterior brickwork that will require fairly major repair. The en suite bathroom has a broken waste-water pipe, making it unusable. There is a large crack in the concrete floor running the width of the house across the two main bedrooms. There are numerous hairline cracks in the concrete floor all over the house. There is no carpet, due to flooding from the broken waste pipe. And let’s not even talk about the fact that we found out today that our sewer system is not working, so we can’t flush. We’ve been given a chemical toilet, and there are portaloos in the street.
But these are all solvable problems, given enough time and energy and money – things we have in abundance. I feel very lucky to have my own little nest to share with my beloved Frompsons.
The Secret Life of Bebe 
Like you attitude 🙂 I feel so lucky we got a place post-quake that has no visible damage to it.
And it is a lovely family home filled with a lovely warm energy. I am sure you will be extremely happy there. Foot note for Mrs Frayle:: I am your Mum too now so better change that sign on loo to just Mum. Welcome to the chemical toilet club!! Actually really good for short legged people like myself and grandchildren. Jameson loves ours.
Hehe don’t worry, ‘your mum’ is just a silly joke we have, not anyone’s mum in particular….and technically, you are a Frompson anyway – since it means the Frayles and the Thompsons 😀
The your mum isn’t directed at anyone in particular … see http://www.urbandictionary.com and look up “your mum”
Besides you are one of the frompsons so are entitled to bog privileges
Thank you my darlings. So I don’t have to go dig a hole in the garden after all. Thank you.