Crazy Days

Well, it's been manic in my little world. All to the good, though, so don't fret that I've been upset or anything. I'm fine, thanks, how you doing? Good? Good.

We are officially all moved in, although still waiting on several small things to be sorted out. Like a fridge freezer, the water heater to be fixed and a washing machine to be fitted. Our landlord is somewhat feckless and annoying and seems to believe that we are stupid because we have boobs. Our dishwasher and washing machine don't fit in the space under the counter (which yes, was a bit daft with the rubbish measuring) but when I asked the landlord if we could do some kitchen alterations in order to make them fit, his first response was that they should fit, not helpful. After Beanie, Big Blue, Big Sis and I had spent an hour trying to make them fit, we were pretty unequivocal that they wouldn't. However, he knows best and has to see it with his own eyes, which has taken a week and a half to get him to do, during which time we have been unable to use said washing machine because the pipe isn't long enough. Argh.

On the very plus side, though, Big Blue and I are getting along well. She has the slightly disconcerting ability to recommence conversations that I wasn't aware we were having and I have a tendency to watch too much on the box (and this is before we actually get the TV sorted out) and I don't think she'd twigged exactly how excessively I love Buffy (I'm rewatching it again and am on series 6 at the moment). However, yesterday she came home early from her trip to Wales, we put up a table together, Herself (then Himself and the Novelty Flying Disc Kid) popped in for some books, then we picked up the cats (HAPPY, HAPPY, JOY, JOY), had a glass of wine and talked about plays and acting and whatnot.

I also passed my theory test this morning - whoot - and shall be telling my driving instructor tonight so that we can book the proper test. Apparently I am ready - double whoot.

Lastly, things are going well with ToyBoy. After a weekend away, which involved excessive amounts of sitting in a car able to do very little except read and listen to Adam and Joe podcasts (my slightly hysterical giggles prompted my Mum to ask in a slightly worried tone exactly what I was laughing at), the very first thing I wanted to do was see him. And lo, I did, and it was good.