The last resident

This is the lady who owned my house before I did. I was told she was a gypsy but that is all I knew about her. I don’t read enough Bulgarian to be able to understand all the things I found today.

I think one of the downstairs rooms I’ve been tackling today must have been her bedroom. It’s very Bulgarian to sleep downstairs, especially in winter. In that room I found several photo albums and some letters. I also found her death notice that was placed outside this house back in 2015 when she died.

The house has been empty since then which probably explains why it is so dirty inside and why it needs so much work doing to it.

I’ve not left the house today. I haven’t had a shower yet either and I stink. I’ll be having one shortly.

I’ve washed my bedding, bleached more nets, cleaned some floors and sorted that room. The house still looks disgusting but it’s a lot nicer than it was last Thursday.

The teenager and my aunt arrive tomorrow. I’m not sure how either of them are going to handle slumming it here. It’s only for a week though so it’s not too bad. We can handle it. Well I’ve managed a week so I’m sure they can too!

And it will be easier for them. Decent mattresses are coming on Friday along with a microwave, hob and BBQ.

And each visit a little more will come to the house and a little more work done. I know I won’t get everything sorted quickly but I do want us to be able to sit and relax together and hopefully a fully functioning bathroom. We can handle not having the kitchen I think but I do need a warm shower and an indoor toilet!