Excitement over annoying my stepfather with girl's stuff is wearing off. I have grown accustomed to Mum's extreme care and don't go crazy anymore when she meets me at the doorsteps: "Hello, honey. How did your day go?"
Nevertheless I still keep to myself, because time on my own is precious after a working day. I walk the streets, do freelance on my laptop in cafes or
blog work on PC at home postponing visits to mum's. I only shower and sleep there, while mum would like me to be around more often. She even promises to buy DSL. That's really nice of you, but... No, thanks my satellite is fine.
Sometimes I stay at *home*. It does not feel like home though, as hot/ cold running water is still off and the fridge does not work. The computer is in the only room of the apartment that is not under reconstruction. Actually all my belongings are now stored in it leaving a tiny square space near the computer.
Besides, I don't have much furniture, so I
blog work staying on my knees in front of the screen and look very much like a heathen at the foot of an idol statue.
Good news. The workmen say they will have got the bathroom into shape by the end of the month. *fingers crossed*