Water torture

Well thats what it feels like, our guttering that stretches between the two bungalows, well its not long enough to meet each end successfully. We have had some really bad bouts of rain which have helped identify the faults in the guttering. So far the builders have been 3 times to fix it, first it was repaired by pulling from one end to meet in the middle, the second time it was Masticked and we were assured no water would get through. Yep its a bit like a parent saying 'my little angel wont eat that' to the aunt serving up vegetables only to find he/she does, or 'no my dog never takes treats' to see them devour the unidentifiable gift from a passing stranger. Yep you've guessed by now, the guttering leaks, three visits x two men x 1hours work and still not figured out that if something is too short well its too short, no amount of tugging from side to side or trying to bung up just will not work....if its not long enough its not long enough!

Unfortunately it doesn't show up as visually accurate on the photos as I had hoped so haven't posted yet, however if in daylight I can get a good one I will! I am hoping the next time the PG tip monkeys come round they bring a full teapot with the teabags instead of just the water to fill the kettle!

Snagging Lists

Well it is early days and there are as with every build going to be some snagging issues. I will start to compile a list, starting with Keys and once first draft is complete will share.

The house is lovely, admittedly lounge that fraction bit too small because of the only space for a fridge freezer it sticks out from kitchen area and pushes sofa forward, there are limited options in placing a sofa. The peace is wonderful, I have amongst other thinks a syndrome which heightens my senses (all but common sense that is!) which means sound, I don't like listening to music, it can sometimes hurt physically, this Bungalow is lovely and quiet, Smells are the same, perfume and aftershave are my biggest nightmares, a simple sniff of the wrong scent and starts a migraine, the others probably you don't need to know about. I have found the first few weeks a bit like a Holiday rental, you know where you think and feel like you are having a two week stint somewhere and expect to go home again, very strange. Its not the fact of moving as I have done that around eight times in my life, perhaps never on the scale of moving into a new build and taking us over a year from knowing to getting in. However living in a Passivhaus is a completely different experience.

At this point we have a new addition to the family 'Tigs' an adorable ginger tom cat, he actually lives next door but has decided to adopt us as well, probably as a back up plan.

The most beautiful boy in the world - to me!

Who's been living in my house?

Moved in and although the little (large)box with tea, coffee, biscuits, water and assorted alcoholic refreshments has never been misplaced it is time to go shopping for some basics. Upon return its a little like Goldilocks and the Builders (I mean Bears) who has been in my house? Yes I have keys and we are like fort knox, no external holes, gaps or spaces so just how has someone got into our bungalow and whilst in fixing the dodgy sink? very unnerving now we are beginning to doubt ourselves even though we do know beyond any doubt......surely even in rented accommodation you shouldn't have someone walking around with your keys. OMG what if I had been in bed or in the bath, walking through the house with night shirt on, that is a scary thought and not just for me!

Catching up with new neighbours who are moving in, we are all happy when Eva mentions we have a break in who seems to have repaired a problem rather than taking anything. Well here in lies a tale, yes they also have had visitors, no porridge or bed but a set of keys left in middle of floor, now without a post box just how did the culprit get keys left inside the house. Well we know know its not just us but we have had a visitor. Must phone GYBC Monday morning and see what is going on.....