Day four

Friday, 28 January 2011

Off to Stanwell Park this morning for our friend Andy's 40th, and to stay the night. Being completely in L-plate territory as far as client responsibilities go, we decided to call Warwick at the last minute to check if he needed us for anything before we disappear for a couple of days - although utterly polite as always, his guffaw was just audible. We took that to mean that number-one client responsibility is this: 1. Stay out of tradies' way unless your input is specifically requested! We're trying, Warwick...


Returned late Saturday feeling remarkably okay after a very late night and an astounding number of cocktails - maybe a day on the beach at Austinmer cures all. Floating around in the sea pool with good friends and gazing out at the ocean, there's always a moment or two where 'Why on earth did we leave this?' thoughts dance through the synapses, but driving back up the hill and watching the car temperature gauge steadily dropping, I'm still amazed at how quickly the Mountains have become home. Besides, I burn too easily, and I hate sand in my cossies.

Rosie jumps the laundry

That can't be right...

Had boots on as soon as the car was unloaded to inspect: we have concrete! Well, concrete footings, in any case. I'm still working on their exact purpose, but I think these narrow trenches (there's that WWI image again) which are now filled with concrete mark out where the walls will later be built (brick for internal walls, fibro/weatherboard outside). When we first snuck a look at the trenches late on Thursday evening, we were convinced they must mark out something else - our house couldn't possibly be this small! But apparently it is - we even took the measuring tape and plans up this time to doublecheck that the concreter hadn't made some hideous, highly litigious mistake. Seems not. But Warwick did warn us that once the slab is down we'll be convinced we have the smallest house in Blackheath. I'm trying to keep the faith and wait to see how this supposed optical illusion spins itself out...