New boots and panties...

Well, perhaps, new phone and house, anyway.
We have moved into our new home and have just been activated with 'phone and Internet.  Mine after the dongly thing and wire was returned to the machine, Chris's automatic and instant.  173 emails, mostly crap were sifted through and reduced to a minuscule total of worthies.  Is it all worth it?  Well, I didn't really miss it and indeed it was really quite pleasant developing a routine that did NOT include the nightly sit through the muck and bullets of ethereal communication.

I have been putting up shelves in the shed and emptying boxes marked "workshop", wondering what in Heaven is in them all.  One shelf fell down overnight as the screws were too small to force the Rawlplugs into the holes and down it all came.

Garden furniture scraped and repainted today and paper on the feature wall of the lounge.  The old showcase that my Grandfather made in the 20s is coming back to me after being with daughter, then son for years.  That'll need some serious burnishing and polishing!  But will hold, dust free, my most treasured models and items.

Well, that's us, then.  New neighbours  (actually our only previous neighbours were cows and sheep until the landlady's skanky daughter moved into a twin unit next door and played Bang crash repetitive noise through a disco level hi-fi for hours on end). It was our complaints about that which led to us being here, ultimately and we are very grateful!