Hello US Department of Justice!
Make yourselves comfortable, have a cup of tea and a stroopwafel.
Welcome to the new, improved Prog Gold. We’re still settling in, most of our stuff is still in the movers’ boxes, we can’t quite find that coffee machine we sure we had packed in one of the boxes marked “kitchen”, but will probably end up in one marked “garage” or “bedroom” and the whole thing still needs a lick of paint, may be some re-arranging of furniture and the like, but for the moment we got a new roof over our heads, we’re open for business and ready to par-tay!
Now to get Republic of Palau to actually move out of her old room…
I did warn you. But because I’m nice, here’s a kitten to be going on with.
And because I am a style slave, it’s in the particularly fetching shade of chartreuse that’s bedecking every clothes shop window in Amsterdam at the moment, usually as a pop colour against black and white neo early gothic festive folderols. Last year it was leaf green and frost everywhere, next year it’ll be bloody earth tones again.
Anyway, this is veering dangerously into actual post territory, so just relax and enjoy the kittenage while I go and have conniption fits over packing. But first coffee and a stroopwafel.
Isn’t he sweet? I am just too good to you people.
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Well, it’s taken me all morning but that’s the massive Tesco’s order done, for delivery the night before we descend on No. 2 son for Christmas next week. I’d’ve done it a bit closer to the day but all the slots are booked from the 20th onwards, unsurprisingly. I still had to pay 6 quid for the privilege though.
It’s not really fair to ask a recent graduate to pay for entertaining extra people for a week, so I’m stumping up, but I’m doing it the lazy way. Or at least I thought I was, till it took me 3 hours. Oh well, it’s done now, let’s see what weird things get substituted for out-of-stock items. Oven cleaner instead of Christmas pud, wheat crackers instead of bread… don’t you love festive surprises?
The good stuff from Devon I’ll get locally, the clotted cream, and the scones and the apple juice and the organic local beef, yum.
And now I have a gratifyingly large pile of Christmas decorations, lights and garlands to put up. which I’d geekily spent last evening sorting by colour and size into different baskets. It was fun (the cats liked it too); it reminded me of when my sisters and I were small and bored and my mother would get out the spare button tin for us to sort by colour and shape and size. Fat chance expecting children to be entertained with that these days.
All this is by way of leading up to explaining there’ll be light posting for the next couple of days while I sort out my traps ready for the off.
It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas…
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