Rusty is settled in well now. It is so amazingly quiet behind double glazing and with a floor of apartments above, you have to look out the window to realise it is stormy out there. If we were home it would be a lot more wild and he would be very nervous.
We may have to put a pot plant on the deck to encourage natural functions, the elevator is off and there is no way Rusty is going to get up and down 4 flights of stairs to the grass!
A victim of the GFC, the heritage listed hospital sits empty. It was supposed to be swank apartments by now. It whistles when a big wind comes through the empty windows, and I am assured it will sing with strange resonances when things really get going.
So now we wait, fingers crossed we can go home tomorrow.