Operation Pink Hat: The Farrows have moved!

It feels as though we've been in for ages, but it's been just three weeks since we officially moved in. Pictures and blinds, mirrors and other bits and pieces still need putting up, but on the positive side the garage is looking stunning, we have surround sound (if you've ever wanted to listen in on the rugby while you're preparing the bbq food in the kitchen, come over to ours) and all the TV/Sky/DVD bits are wired up and working efficiently. There are four remotes and no one but Himself knows how to work the whole shabang, but who has time to watch TV anyway? There are walls to be re-painted before the cooker splashback is installed; there are at least 17 trillion photos to be sorted through and put in albums or frames; there are rooms to be frou-froued (ideas for the smallest room, anyone?). I'm having soooo much fun, at last :)

Himself not so much. The weekend of Father's Day was spent shovelling a veritable mountain of clay from one section of the back yard to another; the clay came out of the ground when he dug a trench into which we had to pour a foundation for the retaining wall. And then, after the building inspector visited the other day, he's had to mastic all the windows and doors, build a temporary access ramp at the front door (which we've just heard has to to be replaced with a permanent one ... erm, I mean "permanent" as it is NOT staying after inspection), seal every possible nook and cranny before the air pressure test is carried out on Friday and finish preparing the bit at the back where the wall's going to go. The latest tradesman is starting tomorrow, building us that retaining wall so that Himself can retain the speck of energy he has left in order to lay the patio. And finally we will be able to throw a massive housewarming bash. So those of you not in MK, get your passports ready/cars fuelled and get awaitin' your invitation. First sign of weekend sunshine, it's on.

As long as the smallest room has been frou-froued by then.