Extra: Ordinary Moments
We finally got sick of the bulbs blowing in the dining room chandelier. We could never decide if it was amazingly retro or amazingly hideous but we hung onto it because it would occasionally shine rainbows across the walls and the ceiling.
Enough, though. It had to go. We had had one too many dinners by candlelight and flashing plastic animal. It was time to call an electrician.
More depressingly, if I was calling electricians anyway, it was time to be all grown up and sensible and remove a threat to Baby Rooftops's life. We knew the lighting circuit (just the lighting circuit, thankfully) was old rubber wiring; we bit the bullet and arranged some quotes for rewiring it.
We do not expect them to put smiles on our faces.
In other tales of the flat disintegrating, this week Gizmo managed to tear the living room blinds to pieces by falling off the windowsill.
On the bright side, though, last weekend Laura took our stack of flattened cardboard and our broken blender to the recycling point and carted a few bags of cast off clothes to a charity shop.
Yesterday, Bruce came round and helped us dismantle the spare bed (which is going to live with some friends in their brand spanking new house) and a quadruple wardrobe (which we presume the previous residents abandoned because they couldn't be bothered to take the thing apart). So at least there's some visible progress.
The cats spent one day this week trying to catch the leaves blowing past the window. Through the glass.
Aberdeen's actually got off pretty lightly this season - we had a few wild and windy days during the storm but, over all, it's been bright and still and sunny. I was feeling a bit cheated because we've only had about an hour of snow all winter but now I'm feeling ready for the spring - the snowdrop and crocus leaves are already filling our flowerbeds and some daisies have appeared in the grass. I even gave my springtime Pinterest board some love. I'm ready for the flowers.
Fingers crossed we don't now have two months of rain... I don't believe in jinxes, I don't believe in jinxes...
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Hi! I'm a 30-something stay-at-home feminist mother-of-one. I live in Aberdeen, Scotland with my toddler, boyfriend and two black cats.