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My home looks like a very messy archeological dig that has suffered under native hostilities. I might be happier about it, if it'd feature also some delectable fictional archeologists, like maybe Indy or at least pretty (cursed being optional) Egyptian princesses. Or maybe a nice Medjai to ward off all and sundry curses. But, alas, there are none. Just the downstairs neighbour. Though, seeing as he is the one doing all those necessary things like plumbing and floors and stuff, I really cannot complain. Much.
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ETA: I have neighbours made of AWESOME *bows in front of neighbours*. The section-cupboard thingy when delivered was not sectioned very much. And my neighbours spent hours dragging those huge cupboards up on the second floor and installing them. I am so grateful that I'm almost exploding. Also, this is one of those times that makes me pout re: female lack of, you know, puling power. I dislike sitting idly by and not being able to be of any help. But those were freaking heavy things, so yeah.
Cats are investigating the cupboards for kitty perching places. Sadly, they're gonna soon be chased away and replaced with books. *drags herself back to work*.