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That sister of mine. I'm not sure what she's up to but I am ready to blog...

We receive the flooring (cypress pine) today and a few of the doors. Finlaysons tell us the doors and a forklift had a collision. Forklift won. This weeks's big news is the fence. Bash pulled the ratty old one down and the fencers are there today, putting up a new paling fence. I have settled back into my old routine of cleaning the site. 11th uteload is ready to go to the dump now. We're pretty excited about it as that side of the building was looking revolting. Our new neighbours have a young staffy who likes to wander so they're pleased.
Mr Plumber and his offsider have FINISHED THE CLADDING! It looks great and I'll get hold of some touch up paint and all that side is finished bar the eaves. What a saga this has been and I am very glad it is all over. Bash has taken the shiny almost new saw home and I think he'll spend most of the journey thinking about what he can do next with it.
I had a visit late one afternoon from a gentleman who is very interested in the style of housing. He was in Mackay City Council engineering section and did express some concern about how the galvanising would hold up. I guess we are on trial here. It seemed to be a choice between termites and rust in the end...
So this afternoon will be spent doing paperwork things, getting the quotes for kitchen sorted out etc. Ron has just called to say the flooring has arrived on site, so I'd better toddle off.

The steps are our current bone of contention and we are concerned about the turning circle required to have two cars parked in the carport. It is looking impossible at present. The stairs will come off the front patio and jut out into the driveway right next to the carport.
Graeme has jetted off to the Coast and has been muttering about wearing a penguin suit - we hope Faith gets a photo as we would all like to see it.
Bash, Kate and Dotty left this morning for home. It will be very quiet without them but Sarah, we'll visit you as soon as we can.
Those of you who know Bash should discreetly ask him about our trip to Habana. Eventful. But I am sworn to secrecy. And drinking coffee, not champers so am able to keep my mouth shut at present.
Poor old iPod got squished. One too many expeditions over his front fence.