The first days in England don’t actually seem that much different than being on vacation. A camping vacation. A camping vacation, where you have a glorious house deep in a forest that is lacking all modern conveniences except gas for the stove, firewood for a fire, a telephone line for emergencies and electricity for the lights (provided not too many are left on at once, because then a fuse will be blown).
Let me explain….
We have been renting this house since June 1st. That’s right. June 1st. I know we just moved in August 5th, but you would think, at some point BEFORE a family of five arrived, someone, somewhere, might ascertain whether there was a source of hot water on this property. Of course, if you thought this, you would be wrong.
I have not had a hot shower since the 15th of August.
I am not happy about this.
And, I still don't have internet at home. ARGH!!But, I am currently more upset that we don't have hot water. Double ARGH!!!!!! It is a misery. I am washing my hair in the sink and layering up the Secret. I am going to resort to perfume (or washcloth baths soon). :( Aside from the absence of those basic comforts of the civilized world, we are doing well and the boys are loving the huge back yard. We have no electronic devices or contact with the outside world while at home, so the boys are running like boys should. They are doing surprisingly well and didn't even ask about getting to recharge their Nintendo DS's yesterday!