Waiting

It's nice to give people the benefit of the doubt. It's nice to not check up on people and let them have their space.
It's not nice to come back after a break in observation and see that nothing has happened.
Can't say I was surprised. I did actually predict that nothing would happen. It's just that, well, it's just that my room is messy. My room, well, my brother's old room that Felicity and I live in, in my parents' house is messy. The washing machine died and with all the work Christmas do's over the weekend we didn't get any ironing done. So our room has clothes in baskets waiting to iron and clothes overflowing from the hamper waiting to be washed and shoes here and there. There is no floor. Kids room + queen sized bed + wardrobe + clothes hamper + shoe basket + ironing + chest of drawers + bedside table = not quite enough room to walk around to my side of the bed anyway. But when it's messy...
And we've been living in it for two years waiting for Rossdale to build our house.
Our house that they never start.
Our house that has should have had a slab in September.

Note: This photo was taken a week later than the other one that looks the same.