Scott poured hot water on the doorstep to make it less slippy for me cause I have 13 screws in my ankle😁 but then the water froze and Scott fell on it. He’s fine but his pride took a pumping of tremendous decree🙂. I thought it best to take a seat cause it was knackering watching him🙂😁.
We like to make things as difficult as we can for ourselves. Difficult difficult lemon difficult🙂. Buuuut... the valuation is on Thursday and we need every single penny to plough into our compost pooper and then the actual land to put our compost pooper on😅.
We are still looking for land, but focusing on that part way more after the house goes on the meerkat🐿.
If we don’t find any, we could just hang our house from a tree. Does it really still need planning permission if it isn’t actually “on the land” 😁😁.
Seriously though, finding unused, useless, rocky 🥊, derelict👻 land is HARD hard lemon hard. I’m not going to play it down. A big part of this journey is to be as painfully honest as possible💩.
I’m physically and emotionally drained working on making this dream a reality🦕. But aaaaaah maaaaaan, when I do... Not if, but WHEN, I am going to be the proudest bear that ever there was. Send strength.
Xoxo homeless by Easter girl 😁