Well there goes three months of hell. Thinking about it, the three months before that were not exactly the time of my life.
I guess it's my own fault, I rented a house from the church that used to be the vicarage. The church had been without a vicar for 14 years. All of sudden they have a volunteer vicar who is single and needs my extensive 4 bed house for herself. Bit of a blow but I have gotten over it and I am hardly feeling bitter any more.
We are still things are getting out of boxes but I have a work table and some stuff to do.