The house is now very toasty, thank you

So, it was our house warming on Saturday evening, and I have to say that the overriding memory of the evening was of our friend Tymon spilling his drink on the floor and me blearily looking down and thinking 'someone should probably take care of that.' Until I remember that, oh, wait a minute, I live here.

Anyway. I think the house warming was a great success, and it was really good to see so many people tramping through all the rooms and scaring the bejesus out of my cats. Because, you know, entertainment is scarce when there is no Dstv and thats how we like to get our kicks. It was really good to see Amy again, and, as usual, Marion looked so good on our couch that we wondered if we should perhaps keep her as a permanent fixture. It felt good to have enough space to have people over. I really cannot stress this enough, and those of you who saw my previous dwelling know how I struggled to survive in a 25m2 cottage. With two cats. And four kittens. Of death.

Other than that the only things to report are that Paul finally (finally!) picked up our second hand filing cabinet and that painting it white is underway. To the lady that sold the filing cabinet to us: I'm sorry that it took us five months to pick it up. Paul's dad wasn't really sick. And my grandmother didn't really die, either. So... sorry. And no, we will not be coming back to buy and not pick up more stuff. I promise.

And in somewhat unrelated news, check out Heather Moores blog, my three readers, for it is rather lovely. God only knows how she found this little page, but I really do feel that I should return the favour and direct as many people as possible towards her great work. Heather, if I could grow up to be a fantastic pillow maker too one day, thats all I could really ask for.