Wash day. No dramas there thank goodness. I think for now they've all got the "its our day" memo. There was less because I am not contributing uniform now. Still feels weird at the moment. But I can't say I'm missing it.
The young lady from yesterday came back about 12.20 pm and with her co-worker installed a new shower in just over an hour. It took Kev longer to locate the stopcock than it did for them to install it, and it works fine. I shall try it out in the morning.
We were both very impressed with Metropolitan and the speed of both getting someone here and sorting out a replacement shower.
Its slightly different to the last one but, still looks simple enough to use.
Kev went into the bedroom to watch the football and I read to the YouTube ambience of a witches kitchen in a thunderstorm, with Willow on my knee, candles glowing. Heaven. I never forget that just over 12 years ago, this was far from my reality. Being homeless taught me never stop being grateful for having a home, and the simple pleasures of that home.
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