3 ft under

So there goes our old home, burried way beneath in just a few days of powder hammering.

And here we are, guiltily tucked in our new cozy abode, equipped with a working toilet (instead of plastic pint pot), a real life working shower (instead of a bowl of tepid murky water) and an actual dishwasher (instead of that same tepid murky water, recycled; environment).

But poor Cheeques remains there, shuddering, uninhabited (apart from a new breed of super mice) trembling with abandonment and a gross feeling of inadequacy. We miss you sweet defunct wobbling home on wheels.