Moving in

We floored a Changeover in a record 2 hours freeing up the rest of the quivering shivering Sunday, and with the chalet still suitably empty for another week I apprehensively made contact with Boss to see if Dan and I could make use of the abandoned palace; to utilise with the upmost levels of respect, of course. In response : "Absolutely fine, no parties!" and with that, we paid our grateful thanks + went about melting into the honey tinged woodwork, with its fine chiselled angular structure framing views all around the valley, with sunlight penetrating the highly polished internal architectural prowess making up the very fine form of this great building we've been so used to calling an office, but now- even for a short time, we'll explode with joy of shear contentment and name it: home. Dan cooked a taste riddled curry + we luxuriated at the long dinner table that we're so accustomed to running backwards + forwards to with impeccably placed and prepared French cuisine. Our only relationship with the bedrooms to date would be to rifle through other people's rubbish + remove any human signs of life from the waste removal facilities- but now we found ourselves plunging into rich cotton pressed arctic white sheets + slamming away dirt beneath the stampeding gymnasium like douches. We like to call this a bonding exercise with our place of work, and intend to obtain and extract every last moment with fierce levels of appreciation . ]