We go to the House of Never-ending Construction.
There are items accumulating in the refrigerator: bottled water, condiments and leftovers, which is all we ever seem to have in a refrigerator.
Sometimes I dust or vacuum, but mostly not.
In fact, we do everything anyone else does in a house except live in it.
We always end up back in the House of Squallor, sleeping on a broken mattress with wires sticking in our backs.
And all because of the garage door.
The garage door.
Apparently, in the
The funny thing is that last time the inspector was here, it was a health hazard to have a spare bedroom unpainted. In
But no and we just sigh and accept that communication in the construction industry is non-existent and someone is making up and changing the rules as they go along. Someone who hates us.
So we continue to do our laundry, water the plants, read and sit.
Then we go home to The House of Squallor.