Well, it looks like we’re officially moving house. i came home tonight to a barely furnished house. Well, I thought, better sit down and watch some television. Ah. No chairs. I’ll play on my computer then. No chair.
I’m currently writing this sitting on an upturned box, with the dog looking baffled by it all. At least she’s still got her basket…

Well, Jac’s off. He had a leaving bash on Saturday night in the Cranley Hotel, which we all duly attended with aplomb. After the final rendition of Oh Lord, Won’t You Buy Me A Horse and I’m The Only Gay Eskimo, we said our farewells, and even Jac won’t deny he got a little emotional.
He’s started a new job at Renault, moved into his new house in Ealing, and just received a new company car. It’s the end of an era. We’ll miss you…
On a lighter note, I slipped on a small button mushroom this afternoon.

I bought a rowing machine the other day, as regular readers will be aware (hello, mum…). It took four back-breaking hours to knock it together, screwing every single bolt and nut into place with my fair hands. Amusingly, I managed to sprain my right wrist just before completion, and consequently haven’t been able to row more than 3 calories off my ample frame, causing much merriment amongst my long-suffering friends.
Still, it’s the thought that counts, right? And I’ve thought about using the machine an ENORMOUS amount…