The plan was to move into our new home last Wednesday. But this plan was thwarted by Dopey Dwarf - who happens to be a plumber and loyal servant of the Big Bad Wolf. He was already supposed to install the heater in July. In August he happened to be on holiday. And last week he finally returned to... start installing the water taps. Something which we could've easily done ourselves. The heater, you might ask? Or what about the pump for the rainwater container? No!!! Not important at all! And now he told us that the heater is out of stock until the beginning of October... WHAT??? Oh yes, he's going to help us out for the time being by installing a temporary, second-hand heater. Guess who'll have to pay for that! Oh no!!! Then he doesn't know us yet! I've contacted the supplier of our new heater to inquire how long it would take to order one. And apparently most of these suppliers have their own people who can install one if you like. Dopey Dwarf better weren't lying or he'll end up the same way as the Big Bad Wolf and the Nasty Little Man!
So here we are. In a house that's as good as finished. Apart from having water running out of our taps; not to mention hot water and central heating. Well, that last bit isn't all that urgent. It's still summer over here (although there were a couple of thunderstorms this evening) and the temperature is just perfect... What a life... Pity that my skin burns so easily because otherwise I could stay in the gentle sunshine forever.
Today Christine returned to Belgium. She has an appointment at the Chronic Fatigue Centre, at the Leuven University. And most important of all, she has to collect our hens and a whole trailer full of plants which didn't make it with the movers due to not enough room in the lorry. When I write this, she's already arrived at her mother's. Tired, but happy. Very happy, in fact. Why, you might ask? Well... she has a little surprise in store for her mother. Last week, she heard that there was a competition going on on the Flemish radio. The person having the best arguments would win a private living-room concert of one of Flanders' most famous artists (Paul Michiels, for the connoisseurs...). Under the pretext of not having to lose anything she participated and wrote about our Italian adventure and that she therefore had to leave her mother behind; all alone. Guess what? The day before yesterday she received a phonecall from the radio, with the message that... SHE HAD WON!!! Next Saturday Paul Michiels will visit her mother for the private concert. This evening the winner will be announced on the radio. Christine made her mother believe that they're going to play a special request record on the radio, just to make sure that she's going to turn it on. I wish I could be there to see her face... :-)
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