Day nine

I can't explain how cold my house is. So I won't even try. But I had to stick a hot water bottle down my hoodie for an hour so I could thaw my fingers sufficiently to type.

There are holes in floors and walls and it's zero degrees. And the only socket in my room is now in the wardrobe. But I do have a giant, industrial power chord running from what used to be the kitchen to my electric blanket.

I tried and failed to upload photos here so they're on Facebook. If you're reading this blog I'm guessing you're on Facebook too so you can see them there.

I may not sound very happy but its actually so frickin exciting to get home every night and see what they've done. Check out the photos and I'll write more when I can feel my fingertips.