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Here I am, a Tee-shaped house with the backyard between the shed (“store”) and the house.

The images below are partly from the real estate site, and partly from my trip last October.

The front of the house. The front door is sealed against heat loss. Note the absence of steps to the door!

The shed. When I stepped inside with Morley last October I remarked “A big garage”, then Morley pointed out that there was no garage door.

Eight of my fifteen trees.

The western gap between the house and next door. Rhubarb, for sure.

That is, for now, my bedroom window. Some more of my fifteen trees are visible along my driveway.

The images below are mostly from the real estate web site

Above is the pink cover that was replaced by a green cover, shimmed pillows, and fresh laundered sheets. Welcome to Bonavista!

The second bedroom; now The Library.

The guest room; temporarily the stacks-of-crockery-and-cutlery storage room.

The washing machine doesn’t work very well, but the dryer is good.

The bathroom looked just like this when we walked in on Monday. Towels and facecloth too.

This too was the shed Tuesday morning. We had to toss the dry wood outside and push everything else against the back wall.

The toaster and two cookie jars were gone; everything else was in place, paper towels and shrink-wrap dispensers, the cupbaords and drawers were full of crockery and cutlery.

The china cabinet was gone, but then I have no china. The table has two leafs which I will install Real Soon Now.

I am not game to light the oil stove without an oil technician to instruct me. The dishwasher is gone, but then I am not fond of them anyway, preferring to wash by hand.

The couch accomodates my 5’6” frame full-length.

That’s my main bedroom on the left, The Library on the right.

The movie is here . BE WARNED: it is a 500+MB download. I was not smart enough to record sound, a commentary, as I roamed the house. Or perhaps I was smart enough, but for once, SPEECHLESS AT MY WEALTH.

0:00	0:20	The porch, entering from the side of the house
0:20	1:20	The fully equipped kitchen
1:20	1:25	The corridor, bathroom on the right.
1:25	1:35	The bathroom
1:35	1:45	The living room
1:45	2:10	The main bedroom, looking south
2:10	2:20	The living room
2:20	2:35	The Library, a.k.a. bedrtoom #2
2:35	2:50	The living room
2:50	3:15	Storage chamber, a.k.a. bedrtoom #3
3:15	3:25	Sealed front door (no steps)
3:25	3:47	The Laundry, with vacumn cleaner
3:47	4:05	The living room
4:05	4:13	Time for a cuppa

As we entered the bathroom (1:25 to 1:35) you heard water dripping in the bath tub. Harold Tremblett explained that unless at least one cold-water tap was left running, the pipes would freeze, there being no basement. I remember my father climbing a step-ladder against the back wall of the Goodshaw Vicarage, using a blow-torch to thaw the bathroom pipes.

Raised in The Yilgarn, with water piped from Perth 230 miles away, I was made aware of the need to avoid water wastage, so dripping taps are more than an annoyance to me; they go against my upbringing.

As well, towns along the pipeline could be without water if the pipe was shut down at some intermediate point for repairs or inspection, so we learned to keep a few gallons handy. That habit stays with me.

I have placed a 15-litre flask under the dripping tap so that I have an opportunity to use some of the water before it runs uselessly down the drain. As well I have my four kitty-litter flasks which serve in rotation as a water supply for tea, coffee, in ther kitchen.

I will ask around about this water-run. It may be a hereditary tale handed down from the days when water pipes ran across the ground and up the outside walls of houses.

It sure bugs the heck out of me to have a tap running 24-hours a day.