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Notice that the bar stools are way to high, but my bf didn't like the lower ones.. the ones that would be just right. The ones that are just high enough so you don't eat your cereal and cover yourself in milk trying to get the cereal to your mouth, which is miles away. It's a discussion point I might make anytime soon. Moving is a stressfull think and I thought it wise not to mention it yet. Not to mention that we now have a breakfast bar that I still can't use as it is no improvement from sitting on the sofa and eating my cereal. I want a table and chairs. Or lower bar stools. Stubborn men!!
It's still a bit bare, but we only just moved in. All our furniture is tiny because of our old house. It sort of drowns in this house. Haha a good reason to go shopping, wish I had money. lol.
The gardener in me can't wait, but bf likes grass so I can't do a lot. Very discouraging. So I will focus on the inside of the house and slowly build up the outside. Men and their bloody lawn. I don't mind a bit of grass. It's always nice to have a green bit, if and when it is framed my a lovely garden. A bit of lawn on it's own looks like a field where gypsies might park their caravan. There is nothing wrong with that in the slightest as long as it isn't in the back garden. Bah! Ah well, just give me time. I'm sure I can work on it.
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