Back in black
We're back - having celebrated a whole lot. Sheer luxury for two days, which I could get tremendously used to. Then a day pottering round Oxford, meeting friends for drinks and dinner and party afterwards. Lunch in the pub today.... I'd almost managed to forget about boxes ;)
Packing for a place where you need to change for dinner confuses my packing senses (and for once I am talking about clothes rather than boxes). I suddenly find I need to take at least twice as many sets of things as I am used to, plus all that girly crap like tights, different pairs of shoes, and so on. It's not that I mind dressing up when the occasion requires it - but it really does have to require it! - but it can be so much like hard work. Still, the end result (and the occasion) was worth it.
Got back home about three, bathroom still a work in progress so we headed back to the old place to try to do something about its garden (napalm was
rather tempting). Cut the lawn, pulled up brambles, trimmed bushes, found new homes for a couple of frogs which had been happily living in some long grass alongside the fence - it doesn't look quite so abandoned now. I'll have to go back during the week sometime with frog-friendly weedkiller and some better shears to finish off.
Edwina Currie and John Major had an affair? You know, everyone
has reacted the same way. "Eeeeewwwwww....