A perfect day
We visited almost every day, we were there every weekend. Eating picnics in our garden, as the house still didn't have a roof, (didn't have walls at some points either) inviting friends and family around, effectively to a building site, for lunch (and they graciously obliged by sitting under trees in our garden and ate alfresco, while we regaled them with building tales).
In fact one of my most treasured moments happened one very cold, July, winter, Sunday. we had gotten to the point where we now had a roof, we had floors and the kitchen stove had been installed. I had made a pot of Indian dahl lentils, Grant and I curled up on a futon (that actually belonged in Jordy's bedroom, but had been left in the bar for the meantime) in front of a log fire. We ate, drank, chatted and dreamed of what may be, when we eventually would move in. This was one of those truly perfect days.
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