Moving house

The boxes have been arriving non stop since 7 this morning. Men with big feet and a pittance of patience all wanting different permutations on the tea theme -- one sugar, two, coffee, white no sugar. Feel could after all get a job at Costa down the road which is a good thing to fall back on since my last job-finding attempt failed spectacularly. Something about eye contact, no doubt, and misinformation and contracts not being properly drawn up. That kind of thing every happen to any of you? My good friend urbanchick is just down the road. And my new neighbours here at Purplecoo seem a jolly bunch. All wine and chocolates as far as I can tell. Which suits me just fine. As long as it Green and Blacks, and dry and chilled. When you've got your own boxes unpacked come on over and see the house all white and waiting, before I get any pictures up, before I've cluttered the place up with my bits and bobs and tags and counters and links. We'll have a drink. You choose -- the kettle or the corkscrew.