I promised myself when I started this blog that I’d never spend a week not working on Cuthbert then post excuses about it. But I think I’m going to let myself break that promise just now.

This is my flat.

We’ve had some problems with it for the past sixteen months or so which have just gotten steadily worse and worse – damp in the walls, the wood floors rising. In September, they had to pry the floorboards up so we could get the doors open because the wood had arced into a mount that stopped them pushing in. In November, they lifted more and began digging into the concrete to see if they could find any leaking pipes, and left the floor exposed (and trip-hazard-y) to dry out.

It did not dry out.

Last week, the hole in the floorboards began to fill with water. The shower began to fill with poo. And the electrics went.

Now, my first thought was vengeful Jessica Lange ghost, but apparently there’s some technical explanation about manholes and seeping water and safety trips.

Either way, we’re moving.

Between dealing with the issues and house-hunting, my time’s been a little tight this past week and I’m not as far along with January’s deadline for Cuthbert as I’d hoped to be.

Given the whole vengeful ghost scenario, I’m giving myself a pass on this one. I’m expecting to be behind schedule across February as my partner and I keep house-hunting, desperately realise we’re running out of time to house-hunt, and scramble to move into any place going. Updates on here might be a little slow for a while, but I’ll post some sexy, shiny Cuthbert awesomeness when I have time and electricity.