The new house

Ok, this is my first blog in a while, and I apologise, my three readers, for keeping you in suspense for so long. I am writing this the way I have dreamed of writing it for a few weeks: sitting cross legged on our enormous new couch, with a laptop and a bag of sweets from heaven, while Paul putters around putting up curtains and mumbling something that sounds remarkably similar to 'hazy ditch', which may or may not be 'lazy bitch'. But probably isn't. Anyway.

Moving is very tiring. I don't think I am particularly enamoured with the idea of 1) acquiring any more stuff, and 2) moving ever again. This is it. For the rest of my life. At this point, just moving from room to room is tiring enough, although this may have something to do with living in a 180m2 space. Yes, thats right...read it and weep, bitches. Woo hoo! The upside of this (other than lording it over everyone we know) is that its now a lot easier for Paul and I to ignore each other. On the downside, we may need to install intercoms. Our cats (please note the use of the word our) seem happy enough: after a very traumatic move in which they tagged teamed running away and forcing us to sleep in an empty cottage to wait for them, they have settled into their new home remarkably well. Aside from leaving the bedroom cupboard to poop or eat, they barely move at all. Which is pretty much normal behaviour for them.

So far we have only been in the house for just over a week, and I think we are doing pretty well considering: the only things left to acquire are a credenza for the bedroom, a table for the entrance hall, DStv and a maid. Sorry, a domestic. Helper. Of amazingness. Our newly purchased washing machine is being delivered on Monday, and to say that I would be doing flickflacks of happiness if my back wasn't half broken from all the heavy potato chip lifting I have been doing would not be an overstatement. One year of doing laundry in the bath has prepared me well for the day when I fork over R2000 for a little machine to do this for me.

I was going to post up pictures of the flat that I have been taking all week; however, my camera and Paul's computer are not on speaking terms, so you will have to use your imaginations....