I'm enjoying my new swift. It satisfies the round and roundness part of me. It helps soothe the anger bubbling up when the insurance company-hired contractors tell me they want me they want me to move out for a week. WTF? This is seven weeks after the burst pipes and flood. My sweet landlord is giving me a break on the rent for all the aggravation but the contractors say 'tough luck'. Where I might stay, and who is going to pay for it is not their problem. Well, I've decided that I'm not going to make it easier for them to run rough shod over my belongings and do a crappy job. I intend to stay right here. They can work around me.
Round and round we go.
Cute yarn though.