The Picture is captioned: The lady with the big butt is at my door again
So glad am I that we are not in a caravan. So here's a little tour of our new apartment. We enter via the coded gateway at the back, down some steps into the garden, and then enter the lounge thru the sliding doors. We have baby-proofed the entire lounge area, so moving to the open plan kitchen requires a big step over a kind of low table. The kitchen features a breakfast bar from where I throw lumps of breakfast to the boys as though I were feeding the seals at the aquatic centre. Then its up a couple of steps into the one bedroom where the four of us squeeze in. Out the front door, a quick beep on the remote control and the gate swings open, and we can drive away.
The accommodation is attached to the side of our hosts', Doreen and Annie's house. It's what is known as a 'sleep out', and could translate into english as a granny flat. It differs from a caravan in several ways: it has its own bathroom, sky TV, laundry shed that doesn't require the correct change or guarding our stuff, and room to move around. Although the record player doesn't work, but this is probably for the best as the boys would probably have scratched them all by now.
The hi-tech entry and exit procedures do mean that anyone can simply climb over the gate and freely access our home. But everyone seems cool about this, so I'm trying to be so too.
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