Three weeks in, the apartment is still under renovations which leaves me and the Baker-at-Home still huddled together like a couple of squatters in a tiny little bedroom. Mattress on the floor, no online access, open toilets, etc. Actually for all we know, we could have evolved into a couple of vampires on account that there are no mirrors anywhere in the home and we have not seen our own reflections for over a week now. I'm guessing it's only a matter of time before we staying picking lint from our hair, like a couple of apes grooming themselves on Nat Geo.
Thank goodness for friends who invite us over to their homes for amazing meals like these. A beautifully smoked ramp steak for lunch. They also did open their house to us and that we could stay over during our renovations but we declined. It's the home that makes me feel like I'm visiting an old cotton plantation in the deep south, if you know what I mean. Hah!
Here we have the neighbour's cat taking a liking to our new bathroom tiles. Other wildlife pix Got our some me 85-year-old Dad took last month. He's getting old now and doesn't have much strength these days but he still tries to head out on his own every other day.