Never mind that it doesn't yet have a roof. Never mind that the kitchen isn't fully stocked. Never mind that the fireplace doesn't have any equipment...
She moved in. Lock, stock and barrel...
She simply plonked down her suitcases in the bathroom and went to the kitchen.
She only has three chocolate cupcakes to eat. Then she is going to want to light the logs.
He seems to be keeping his eye on her... The question is, will he stop eating when she opens the match box?
All of my work may go up in smoke. I had better go back in there and take the matches away from her myself.
Tomorrow, I will either have a finished cottage or a big pile of ashes... Wish me luck!
See you tomorrow with one or the other!