Moving the Clunns

So, there's my new dwelling. It must be quite ancient, obviously part of the convent that made the town thrive in the dark ages. I am not sure what the building used to be, but I am obviously living in the staff quarters (my bedroom) and the kitchen or laundry (my lounge).

I found a nice little link: http://www.stneots-town.info/history/priory.htm

and

http://www.british-history.ac.uk/report.aspx?compid=38143          unchaste living brethren, huh?



My lounge. Please note the well/coffee table/lamp. Yes, the water rises in it when it rains.



The sink and water pump. I now have more flowers in it and Tania has most of her toys underneath it. It took this on the day we moved in.



The view from my lounge window. Sunset. *sigh*



The place feels very cozy and I feel very, very much at home here. But, mh, how to say this, when I wake up, the door is nearly always bolted. I close it by key and leave the bolt alone. I sincerely hope Tania does that...

Tania told me "The ghosts played with her toys" o_O

I am not scared. Really, I walk around the place in the dark and feel absolutely fine and secure, much unlike the days, um, weeks, okay, MONTHS after watching "Ring" in its original Japanese version. And we were living in a newly built place then.

I do not believe in ghosts.

I do not believe in ghosts.

I. Do. Not. Believe. In. Ghosts.

This is hilarious.

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Was that a movement over there?

;)