A la Wisteria (or Hysteria) Lane?

I felt as if I had moved into Wisteria Lane. It was like a scene from Desperate Housewives, sans the white picket fences. There we were, in our front driveway, ploughing and planting some seeds in the stretch of land we had. I sensed curtains being pulled aside and eyes peering through the lace.

In moments, an old Pakistani woman came from behind us, and offered us her fork! Indeed, it was a blessing as it would help us work more efficiently. I passed it on to Abang Z to work on his side of the patch. Three minutes later, the old woman came back. She had limited English vocabulary so by only uttering the word "this" several times, she demonstrated how the fork should be used for maximum results. See, what did I tell you about those eyes behind the curtains? :)

We've moved in for slightly more than a month. With help from friends and the children, I have finally managed to sort out our things. The twins have helped me fix minor repairs at home using their dad's tools. I'm still waiting for the landlord to fix the doors (one fell on one of the boys' heads resulting in a rush to the hospital the following day). Otherwise, we're doing not too bad I reckon! Alhamdulillah...