Esme signed me out of school today so that I could go with her to some job sites.

She'd lined up two visits to refurbishments where she thought there should be useful materials for our cabin build. I managed to get a lot of pipes and electrical cable, some aluminium flashing, some offcuts of insulation and a great many other useful things. The van was packed after just the first visit and again after the second one.

I dropped Esme off at her appointment then spent the rest of the morning and afternoon racing around in the van picking up free things thanks to Craig and his wonderful list. I must send him a fruit basket. I used the last hour before I brought Esme home to build a septic tank system using barrels I had just procured. I thought it best to do that discreetly, as I would be loathe to embarrass Bella with such a thing, even though I am sure her blush would be quite adorable. Now it's out of the way, we are ready to get on with the above ground construction as soon as we finish gathering materials, which should be great fun!

I picked Bella up at her house after dinner and after a delicious make out session in my wounded Volvo, we did a quick greasy Newton's dumpster check. Bella spotted a ripped box of screws in the hardware store's trash and I rescued a broken winch I plan on fixing and reselling. The finds today will mean we need less money than we thought and can finish the cabin far sooner, so after a three hour scouring in the shower I was in an excellent mood. I think Bella must have taken a nap while I was scrubbing as I could hear her snoring downstairs over the sound of the water.

When I showed Bella my finds she was so excited about our haul and gave me a big hug. It was excellent! I wanted another immediately. I can't wait to start building properly with her. It is most exciting indeed. We still need quite a few things but have gathered and bought the majority now.

This Sunday Emmett is going to accompany Bella and I to Seattle and possibly Vancouver to get as many of the final items we need from junk sales, Craig's seller friends, dumpsters and the like. He feels bad about damaging my cars and spoiling my Valentine's Day plans with his buffoonery, and wants to make it up to us.I'm not sure how much help he will be, but his Jeep and trailer will mean double the space with me driving Esme's van.

Bella has also convinced me to take her dumpster diving in Port Angeles on Friday if it is dry, We have the day off school for a teacher training day, which they sorely need, though I should think far longer than a mere day is required to rectify the sorry pedagogical state of Forks High. With any luck we shall have everything we need by early next week!

I have ordered a contraption to be sent up from the Amazon. I do hope it arrives by tomorrow as promised. It is a grabbing tool. I have ordered four, two each for Bella and myself. I also bought 60 cans of Clorox spray, though they shall not arrive in time for the weekend, so I plan on insisting Bella allow me to stop at the Thriftway to get hazmat suits, bleach and other necessities before we approach any dumpsters.

I cannot wait to relax with my sweetheart in our little cabin love nest. Bella spent this evening discussing decor and the different things we need to find, lapsing into stifled giggles when I distracted her with as many kisses as I could possibly get away with. Ah! I am so in love with her. She brings me such indescribable joy.

I cannot wait to relax with my sweetheart in our little cabin love nest. Bella spent this evening discussing decor and the different things we need to find, lapsing into stifled giggles when I distracted her with as many kisses as I could possibly get away with. Ah! I am so in love with her. She brings me such indescribable joy.

I do hope the Thriftway carries these in Bella's size. (picture of hazmat suit)

[Post-it note: Note to self: buy shares in Chlorox]

A/N: Reviewers get to duel Edward with the grabbers!

Sorry for the delay in updates. My sole companion in life, my beloved elderly cat, Sammeow Beckatt passed away last Tuesday.

I rescued her from the street four and a half years ago and it was the best decision I ever made. She'd been thrown out, I knew this as she was house trained and accustomed to being inside, likely whoever had her threw her out because she was old and had kidney problems. She ended up living under an abandonned building's stairwell which was absolutely filthy and full of huge roaches. She was tiny, traumatised, sick and scared, but came running up to me meowing and asking for help and love. I fed her and gave her water daily for some months, then brought her home when I got the chance. She was very nervous at first, but with lots of love and patience she came around, and within less than a week was starting to purr and enjoying life a bit more each day.

Over the next year she gradually gained confidence and her bossy, loving personality came out. She was gentle, bright and tried so hard to be a good cat. She never once scratched or bit me on purpose, even when she was frightened and always behaved well, even when the sofa looked deliciously scratchable. She always told me when it was 11pm, she firmly decided this was bedtime and had an excellent internal clock, only ever being 2-3m before or after 11pm when she stood on the stairs and started staring furiously at me whilst yelling to go to bed. She always warned me of the evils of the shower, not stopping shouting how dangerous it was until I safely emerged each day. She stayed extra close when I was sick with flu and later with meningitis, keeping vigil always touching me and rarely leaving my side for a moment until I was well again, because she firmly believed I was her kitten. She snuggled next to me each night and purred herself to sleep.

She taught me to make the most of each day, because I never knew how old she was but knew she was elderly, or when her last day would come, this was a real gift, not least because now I know I loved her to the very fullest I could every day we were together. If you are ever considering rescuing or adopting, please consider a senior cat. Having Sammeow in my life taught me a lot more than cats I'd previously owned about accepting things as they come to me and not having everything on my own terms, being patient, as well as staying present and grateful. I will absolutely be adopting another senior cat once I have my life in order and feel ready to.

Thank you to my wonderful readers and the two best betas I could ask for: itsthatkindofanight, especially for your support and love through losing Sammeow, & and wh1teow1 please show some love and read Moirai, a reimagining of Twilight for the new decade!