It's now just two weeks until we move into Casa Cecilia and the pressure is on. I was sick as a dog all last week with the worst cold I've ever had, but still needed to churn out 3,000-plus words per day. And the septic tank at the house we're currently renting suddenly reached Maximum Capacity over the weekend, with the result that sewage was bubbling up between paving stones in the courtyard. Hmmmmm.
But despite all this, I'm enthused, energised and optimistic. Casa Cecilia's starting to seriously feel like a home. My study is pretty much ready - the first room in the house to be painted, furnished, floors waxed (by my own fair hand!). Bathroom on brink of functionality and boiler in situ. New floorboards in hallway, replacing previous Death Plunge situation. New washing machine. New dishwasher. Underfloor heating pipes all in place, so kitchen just needs new floor now.
So this week, I will be mostly packing and moving goods and chattel, between the odd writing assignment. On Monday next week, I'm supposed to be flying from Lisbon to Rwanda, via Amsterdam and Nairobi, for a work trip - volcanic ash cloud permitting. I spend two days in Kigali and then make the same trip in reverse.
By 1 June, we will be fully moved in. These are busy, busy times and I am really, really happy.
More photos, if you're really bored, a stalker, or some horrible combination of the two, can be found here.
