Our House

Our house, in the middle of our street
Our house, in the middle of our
Our house, was our castle and our keep
Our house, in the middle of our street
Our house, that was where we used to sleep
Our house, in the middle of our street

Well, our house isn’t really in the middle of the street but I have had that song by Madness running through my head for weeks as my yearning for a home intensified to the point of drowning everything else out.

And, now, I have a home. And what a lovely home it is.  So lovely I would say that is was almost worth 8 weeks of  delays to get it. Almost.

Some of the things I love about this house:

• My girls have their own bedrooms. And they are bigger than the shoeboxes they had in our Melbourne house.
• We have a rainwater shower head in our ensuite. It is bliss. Sheer bliss.
• We also have a sunken bath in our ensuite but we haven’t used it (although the geckos seem to love it from the amount of poo they leave in it!)
• We are toward the top of a hill (hills are a rare thing in Singers), so there is often a lovely breeze blowing to cool the house down.
• The view from the roof terrace. Or, really, having a ROOF TERRACE!
• The turtles in the pond outside our front door.  The first few days they would swim away when they saw me, but today all three swam right up to me, lifted their little heads out of the water and looked right at me.  I would like to think this is because they find me fascinating, but I suspect it has more to do with them wanting food. (must  find out who feeds them.)
  
• Concrete walls and concrete floors means we don’t get any noise from the neighbours. I hope this works in reverse, and it’s not that we are so noisy that we drown everybody else out. (This may well be true).

Sure, there’s some annoyances (like the 70 steps) but the GOOD definitely outweighs the bad!