The past few weeks have been a whirlwind of excitement. We got married, left for Barcelona and Seville, and then came home to a flat furnished with just an oven and an inflatable mattress. Our wardrobes and bookshelf will be arriving later today, so we can finally stop living out of bin bags and suitcases strewn across the floor of the second bedroom. (Edit: the wardrobes are too tall and need to be returned. Ugh). Tomorrow we’ll buy knives so I won’t have to dice onions or chicken with a butter knife again (and completely ruin my new wooden chopping board). Most of our utensils have ended up delivered to Mums, which seemed like a good idea at first, until Conor had to break his way into a can of tuna using a hammer and screwdriver.
Until the wifi and TV arrives, we’re keeping ourselves entertained with card games, marathon watching Breaking Bad on the laptop, and using the dining table for ping pong. We’ve successfully put together all the flat pack furniture ourselves – Conor is a lot faster than I am but that’s only because my hands are half the size and have never held tools before. He had a coat rack and shelf assembled in the short time it took me to shower.
I have a list as long as my arm of things to either buy or get done. I’ve made more phone calls in the last 2 weeks than I have done all year. All in a bid to get as much of the flat ready as possible before I return to work next week. Plans to hold a house warming party are on hold – we can’t entertain without a proper floor and no sofas. Our home is slowly coming together before our eyes – I would just like to figure out how to stop it feeling like a sauna and smelling like the previous owners.
I may have a functional oven (it’s aesthetics are a different issue), but I’m still without my camera. I also need to visit my Mums for the wifi (in addition to the food and the company). So posts will be sporadic for a while till we get settled.
I never liked meringue nests when I was a kid. The crunchy outer layer felt gritty and the sticky insides stuck to my teeth. Making my own has definitely allowed me to appreciate meringues a lot more and I love that I can stick them in the oven and forget about them for a while – so easy and effortless.