Friday 15 February 2013

7.30. Sue's completely bushed and gone to bed without supper.

Surrounded by boxes, it seem we still have far too much stuff for such a small house, despite the massive amount we got rid of.  I think once we get organised though, and can utilise the considerable loft space, we should be OK. (For the first time ever, I might have to have a winter and summer wardrobe, with the unused clothes going into the loft).

Anyway, we're here.  And it may be small but we own all of it - the bank doesn't have a share for once.  We've got a bit more downsizing to do and we'll be fine.

For Peak Practice fans, my tea came from the Cardale Fish Bar. No sign of that actress who always seems to have a nasty smell under her nose though, Amanda Burton, that's her.

Sky man (or woman) at 8am tomorrow, Sainsbury's delivery at 9.

One disaster - Sue produced a fistful of keys and said 'are you sure we were supposed to bring these?'. We most certainly weren't - garage, shed and back-gate keys to PHD, so it looks like a trip back to Leicester tomorrow and and a grovelling apology.

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