After an absurdly long transfer process, we purchased the plot and moved in.

Working my ass off is an understatement. I have lost 5kg since moving in, and my old friend sweat and I have become reacquainted intimately. Since I am a guy who will rather spend five minutes doing something myself than pay somebody a buck to do it for him, I suppose this was predictable.

Digging holes, mixing concrete, laying bricks, planting poles, stringing fences and razor wire up ... have all featured in the greatest hits parade of the daily chores.

Unfortunately this also means that the writing has suffered, and Martin Chalk is still in his home, knocking back the meals with his little band. I'd better hurry and write a few lines before he gets cholesterol poisoning.

:)