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Life is not beautiful. Our laundry is my kitchen. The fridge is in the living room; the freezer in Stu's workshop. We have no wall linings or ceilings in the house and we are living in a room the size of a motel unit. Our dinner has to be carried about 30m (outside in the dark and cold) before we can sit down and eat it. We spent the weekend moving furniture. But worse – far worse – Mouse the very vocal Burmese cries all the time because her home is being demolished and Bob is tied up most of the day because the property is no longer fenced. And we're all getting just a bit grumpy... not such a good thing since we're all jammed into a small space. The only one keeping his spirits up is Euan; on the building front, it's apparently all going swimmingly.