I've finally managed to suss out how to change the names of my rooms; however, I'm not certain I'm pleased with my choices.

I've also managed to find lovely photos for them, but I must sort out how to resize them to suit my walls.

As a great friend of mine once said, "The wheels may turn slowly, but at least they still turn."
Sometimes such wisdom, though just, deserves a kick in the shins.

As my home began listing to port, I realized I would have to do something quick to centre it yet again.

It was a half-hearted request at the Info Centre in the village that was most informative. I was told that the HTML nails work much better than the PLAIN nails when hanging up one's plaques.

Now I can fada the world!

Slàinte!

I've managed to truck my belongings across the boggy moores to settle in my wee cottage.
While dusting and ridding the residence of cobweb, some wonderful folk welcomed me into the neighbourhood.
I've never been so warmly met.
Once arrived, and the cleaning complete I endeavoured to unpack my belongings. To my horror, I discovered my furniture was jostled to destruction during my lengthy journey. I will have to barter for new ones as a table with three legs just will not do.
Without a bedstead, I made a pallet on the floor to rest only to discover a hole in the roof.
The table will have to do with three legs after all.
I woke this morning to some wonderful advice on how to go about fixing up my home, but for now I have to plant my kale yard, or the winter will be harsh.
Slainte!
(Must remember to ask neighbours about fadas...)