Well, the first story, anyway. And I am over the moon with excitement; it has been a looong wait. I have aged, while waiting. When I arrived home from work and saw it there, I tried to run joyously down to it with the terrier bounding alongside, but encountered a dirt mound, either from the trench or excavations from said terrier digging for field mice, and hurt my foot.
Right. Note to self: These hills are alive with death traps; proceed cautiously. No Julie Andrews-style singing and dancing in the fields.
While I jumped (cautiously) around inside the house for joy, the terrier decided dusk was not a good time for small dogs to be outside, and went back to the trailer. He kept looking back, waiting for me to follow, but eventually abandoned me to my folly. Good dog. He's certainly heard enough from me on the subject of not staying out at dusk.
Tomorrow, the framers will come back and undo some of the things they did that DH didn't want them to. And, presumably, attach the second story.
As for me, I'm too giddy to care about anything, except, Wehaveahouse!!!!
Or at least the shell of one.
Here it is.
Outside:
Inside:
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