Well, here I am, for better or worse, in my new home.
I was told that the maintenance schedule included repairs, cleaning and painting.
Repairs? Well the broken taps over the laundry tub were replaced. The rusty hotplate is still there.
Paint? The replacement door has been painted and all other doors and window frames too.
We opened the windows immediately to let the paint smell out.
Cleaning? Well!! If this is what they call cleaning, I could teach them a thing or two. I signed the paperwork to say I was accepting an acceptably clean flat, while quietly resolving to scrub everything as soon as I was fully unpacked and settled.
There are cobwebs.
There is dust.
The top-of-wardrobe cupboard had a few seeds of the bird food variety and also dried bird droppings. UGH!
Apparently that's where the previous tenant kept his bird cages.
He also had a pet turtle. With that and the birds, that explains why the back porch is fully encosed with shade cloth, so they could fly and roam.
Now, I need that top-of-wardrobe space to store things like sheets and towels, because there is no linen cupboard. There is an under basin cupboard in the bathroom, but no room there for towels etc once I put my soaps etc there. Plus it smells of mould, so I'm leaving one of the doors oen to air it out.
I worked almost non-stop yesterday arranging things and unpacking boxes, trying to fit things in. There's a lot that won't fit and I'm going to have to declutter even more than I thought. All of the boxes stacked in the lounge, kitchen and bedroom have been emptied and flattened. Things have been stuffed in just anywhere, to be sorted at some later date.
I expected to be disoriented when I woke this morning, but no, I knew immediately where I was.
I got the electric hotplates working and fried my last egg for breakfast, made toast too, with the in-oven grill.
I won't be doing that again, it took forever to heat up. I'll have to resurrect the old toaster and hope it still works. The hotplates also take a long time to heat up and then take forever to cool down again. I'm going to really, really, miss having a gas stove.
Tomorrow, I'm going to make a start on unpacking the boxes stacked in the back porch. Quite a few of them have books, which I will put on the built in shallow shelves behind the bedroom door.
Somewhere in one of those boxes I'm hoping to find my I-pod dock, my iron and the middle sized saucepan.
And my street directory, the phone book, my stash of toothpaste and brushes, (enough to last me two years).
For now, though, I'm taking a break. Sitting here with my feet up, a hot water bottle against my back, tapping away at my keyboard.