We had our home inspection on Wednesday. Luckily our new house, although an eyesore, has good bone structure.
We are still set to close on November 14 and that date is approaching at breakneck speed. Since we just moved three months ago, half of our belongings are in storage units downstairs, still boxed. And Jonny saved all of the boxes from when I unpacked, so I have been reusing them. It irks me to buy newspapers just to ball them up and stuff them into the boxes, but at least I have boxes, right?
So my packing style is this:
- grab a box from the pile in the living room
- assemble box
- check the label I scribbled on box this summer
- fill box with said items
Jonathan and I are full of plans for this house. Which we have named Glenbogle House. If you are a fellow Monarch of the Glen fan, you get the joke. If not, um, go rent it from Netflix. You will love it. In the meantime, here is the first sentence of the synopsis on imdb:
Archie MacDonald, carving out a life for himself as a restaurateur in London, finds himself called back to his home in the Scottish Highlands to assume his role as The Laird of Glenbogle and get the 40,000 acre estate back on its feet.Since this house is so badly in need of some tlc and since it is the neighborhood called Hyland Greens (and since I am obsessed with this freakin' show) Jonny named the house Glenbogle and the name has stuck.
PS Glenbogle is pronounced with a long "o" sound like the word "ogre." Just rent the series, for God's sake! It is awesome.