Tiistai 🇫🇮 Þriðjudagur 🇮🇸

What can I say? The DIY episode continued today. I had to apply some spackling paste to the walls. I thought I could complete it quickly, but I couldn't have been more wrong. It went rather slowly. A retired sloth could have done it faster. Actually, my body hasn't recuperated from yesterday's excessive exposure to both the elements - digging at +37°C for hours - and the unusual work, digging. The blisters on the thumb of my left hand and the palm of my right hand prove my ordeal. My arms felt heavy, and my legs wouldn't obey. I still completed the task but was sweating by the end like a racing horse in the derby.

Since we don't have a kitchen yet, we ate out. The drive to Burger King was okay, but the menu, however delicious, couldn't agree with my stomach. My system began protesting against more junk food. Nevertheless, we don't have many options. What the local buffets offer might not be compatible with our delicate digestive system, not to mention the pricey restaurants, where the nosh is alright, but what they charge for it is extortionate.

My English class with Charlette was perfect. Apart from some lagging in the connection, the lesson was fantastic. I enjoyed it tremendously. Undoubtedly, she is a great teacher.

The masons came to continue the work on the house. Hopefully, the leakage caused by the inappropriately insulated corner of the house will be stopped. Fingers crossed.

There is some significant change in the weather. The temperature is much lower than yesterday, but the imminent thunderstorm is quite frightening. The weather forecast predicts hail and gale-force wind that can damage properties and even be dangerous for life. Excellent, just what we needed.

Tomorrow is my first class with an acquaintance of ours. She used to be our accountant, but due to her other commitments, she could no longer help us with the bookkeeping. It's so exciting.

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Chillaxing

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