Pundar 3: Home ImprovementAt last! Heave-ho to fixing the apartment! A fresh roof above our heads and a happy loo may seem like slow starts, but they are indeed starts in themselves.
Secondly, we had the sliding front door's lock replaced with a stout, staunch dead bolt lock. (And in good time it was -- it didn't help that the old lock kept unlocking itself when I was alone on the first floor. The howling wind of last Friday's galestorm -- exactly on October 31st -- did not help matters or my nerves.) The argent lock now sits on the door like some grim gatekeeper set to question all those who would dare pass its portal -- even me. For short, the lock often refuses to open after a few twists, until one final pleading fiddle sets it aright. Now I'm set to wonder whether it's got itself confused for a rotating combination vault lock instead. Hmm...
Thridly, bathroom cosmetics. I'll let the video do the talking.
Call it Sulfur, Jejune, or Sour Yellow. I call it UltraHyperRadioactiveCanaryLemon and I love it!
Seeing to the bathroom sink's pipes, the toilet's flusher and the bidet will come next, but all in good time (and resource-pooling).
I must say, I'm beginning to rather quite enjoy getting the house back in order. There's a certain sense of achievement to it, and a feeling of making the living space irrevocably yours, piece by piece. This is my living space and my domain, and by ensuring everything is in good form and harmony, I make it so.
To adapt a phrase from Mel Brooks, it's good to be the queen.