The Home Straight
It's going to be SO nice to have hot water again. From a tap! We won't have to boil 3 kettles every time we need to wash the dishes! I can have a bath! I can soak my feet and file all the hard skin off! I don't have to scamper to the bathroom in the nuddy, shivering because it's so cold and damp in our bedroom! Ok that was maybe a bit too much information, my apologies I'm excited.
The cats are looking forward to moving as well. Well, they would be if they had the necessary physiological tools to anticipate events in the future. At the moment the most they are able to convey is that they are PISSED OFF because damn it's cold in here! They have no warm heater to squidge up next to, so they are reduced to hiding under the cushions on the futon and shooting me dirty looks that clearly say 'we're cold, it's all your fault and YOU WILL PAY YOU BITCH WHORE FROM HELL'. So they'll love the new place, with it's fully functional boiler and lovely living flame gas fire. (God help my new leather suite though - the claws, the claws!)
The cold damp flat with wallpaper hanging off, hazardous electrical equipment and GIANT SPIDERS will be nothing but a distant memory, which we will laugh about while frolicking in our fragrant flower-filled garden on a warm summers day.