my house courtesy of: you had me at bonjour
++ OMG I have a dishwasher! A dishwasher! Do you have any idea how long it’s been since I’ve had a dishwasher?! Since I lived in Dublin and roomed with my cousin Bibbie in Chapelizod like four years ago. Four years is a long time to go with dishpan hands.
++ There are actual cabinets in the kitchen. I’m sure loads of you, are thinking, “so what, cabinets in kitchens are completely normal”, well I’m here to tell you, not necessarily in Europe they aren’t.
++ But while I have loads of kitchen cabinets (nine and four drawers to be exact) there is not a single closet in this house, not a one, not even in the bedroom. Ikea here I come.
++ Whereas the house in the original LPV had loads and loads of mint growing in the back garden, my new house has strawberry bushes. And as soon as I tame the jungle that is the garden (correction; as soon as The Husband tames the jungle), I’m going to walk back there and pick me some.
++ Brother-in-Law switched the refrigerator doors around so it opens on the right side, but naturally I keep trying to pry it open from the left. D’oh!
++ Fifty is not adjusting all too well yet. The church bells toll every hour (please note the proximity of those bells to my house in the photo above) and they drive him crazy. The normal ones are OK, but for the extra special ringings at noon and 7p.m., Fifty uses his extra special barking. Between the both, I’m expecting early onset deafness.
++ The other day I treated myself to a break from the unpacking with a glass of Rosé in the sun at the little place around the corner (74 steps door to door… I counted) and not only did they actually have Rosé, but they actually serve food too.
Take that Le Petit Bar.