Perhaps it serves me right. The mattress on the floor is quite good as all you have to do to go to bed is fall over.
It's all been a matter of timing and it just hasn't panned out that well this time. Still I'm not one to complain as you well know but I do feel a bit sorry for the TG. She expects to be cosseted and adored, which is her right of course but it's quite difficult with little furniture, no freezer and the washing machine gone AWOL.
We'll manage though.
It won't be much better in the new place. We've ordered some new furniture but apparently there's some delay because there's a screw missing and the usual supplier has had his factory closed down temporarily. Some officials found a feather that might have come from a chicken that died from natural causes and fear has spread like a flame through hot butter.
I don't mind though. So long as I can be with the TG nothing else matters. Except, of course, a good supply of malt whisky, some scintillating day time television and the ability to write riveting and informative blogs.
Actually, if you want to read one of those go visit Lizza..
Hmm, it's very chilly for the time of year. Lo, TG Ed.
