The DIY is officially finished. Well, except for a little painting, sanding, varnishing, picture hangning...ok, let me rephrase that - it's almost finished. But it is completed enough for us to have had the property valuer 'round to give us a market appraisal. Waiting with bated breath for the results of what our house is actually worth. I almost don't want to know, in case it is significantly lower than I think. I will be out of my misery by the end of the week and until then, will have to keep myself busy.
Which isn't hard, considering in the past week the following has happened:
1. B and I were in a car accident. Not our fault, as we were merrily trucking along (well, car-ing, but doesn't quite the same ring to it) and some twat plowed into the side of our car. If it wasn't for the fact that I was awake enough and possess awesome cat-like reflexes to swerve out of the way, I might not be sitting here writing this due to extensive injury (or plain deadedness). Thankfully no-one was hurt on either side. Also, we are insured and by some act of Jeebus, don't have to pay any excess. Phew!
2. The cat has re-developed her urinary tract infection due to all the stress in her life. I mean, all that cat-napping, cuddles and good food really takes it out of a feline. But really, it's because our dogs are now in Aus and are not here to scare away all the other neighbourhood cats, that she is getting bullied by a little boy-cat over the back fence (who has also taken to spraying on our property). Awesome. That, plus the constant changes going on in our house equals one stressed widdle puddy tat. So she is now medicated and on a strict diet to keep her Pee-H (ha, see what I did there with the funny! I know, I know, I make myself sigh too) correct, and a room diffuser containing cat pheromones to keep her calm. The vet loves me; I have practicaly paid off his mortgage with my vet bills over the past two years.
3. And lastly, the oven died. The stove top still works, but the oven has died. And this just in time for Winter, when I need it more than usual to cook all the stodge required at this time of year. Like casseroles, roasts and puddings. At least B is very handy with electrical equipment and will most likely be able to fix the problem. My guess is the fuse on the element has gone, so it will just be a matter of replacing that....yawn. And as long as B doesn't do to me what he did last time he fixed the stove "you know CPR, right" just before touching the oven case to see if it was live. Talk about scare the shit outta me. He is a card, as they would say in Aus.
So it seems as though the universe does NOT want me to relax.
But really, now I (theoretically) have time on my hands and don't have to go back to work for a bit, I get to play. I am going to attempt to teach myself programming (yes, I am that much of a nerd) and indulge my every cooking whim once oven is sorted. I stumbled upon a site the other day Bakerella which has inspired me to get creative with the baking. I particularly love the cake pops Cake Pops - these are the cutest!.
Here's to a working oven, so I can get onto making some cake pops!