So we moved house last week.  Again.  As if packing it all up isn’t a drag, now I have to unpack it all again.


Go Go Gadget Enthusiasm!

This is like housework times a million.  I also got flu in the middle of the move, so you can just about imagine how perky and motivated I aren’t.  So far I’ve unpacked the tissues and the paracetamol.  So I’m done for now. 😛


I am still a stranger to my kitchen. Every time I want to know the time I find myself looking at the fridge. At the old house, that direction of the room was where the microwave was, and it told me the time. The fridge tells me nothing. Nothing at all.