Our wee mate Jake isn’t the only re-homing we’ve been up to.
Curtains, throws, cutlery, crockery and cushions have all found a new home.
Some items have been rescued from the roof space, the charity shop, the supermarket. We even removed the living room curtains to re-home them. (You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to
get rid of re-home them.)
Essential items like a coffee pot and a bright yellow pottery water jug were purchased.
Since everyone’s definition of “essential” is different, so was a satellite dish.
The revolting, patterned, smelly curtains have finally been replaced with clean, plain “they’ll do” curtains. The hoover has lifted years of grub.
We spent Saturday afternoon looking out at the rain, reading books, playing games and watching the paralympics. We’re comfortable; the caravan feels like ours now. It’ll never be gorgeous, but then we didn’t pay for gorgeousness. We paid for a break from routine, an escape to the sea and the hills, a breath of fresh air every now and then. We’re getting that.
The caravan has been re-homed too.