I'm happy to report that we've now moved back into our house. After weeks of plumbing procrastination, Mr Blake and his merry crew came to our rescue brandishing a brand new Triton shower.
It's good to be back in our cosy (read as: tiny) home. We've missed our independence, and it's lovely being back in our own (or rather, our landlord's) place.
One thing I've greatly missed is bedtime. Bedtime under the skylight.
Just lieing there after turning off the lights, each night with a different ceiling painted across the sky... whether I'm drifting off amongst the infinity of stars, or whether I'm huddled down below the warm brown glow of cloud-base washed in orange reflected streetlight... the room each night bathed in ambient light unique to that very moment...
Yep, it's nice to be back in our rightful place, complete with fully-functioning shower, especially with winter now drawing in. It's just a shame that one of our storage heaters blew out when we tried switching it on yesterday...