Thinking outside of the box...

We are getting through the boxes. Took a day off from the rigours of the office to get stuff done. The CDs and books are now shelved, lots of clothes have found a place to hang, Darth Tater is back in position atop a piece of IKEA furniture. I even got my drill out today. There's only so much you can do, though, before a trip to Tesco gets in the way and a nice public house beckons. But we're a step nearer to being at home in the new home.

Relocation, relocation...

We've moved. All the way from east Hull to west Hull. What a journey. A return journey. All the way across the big murky river. We are tired. We cannot control the central heating and the temperature is tropical. Finn likes his new home. He seems to enjoy living out of boxes. That's four-and-a-half-month-olds for you. Such is the wireless broadband in the new place that, for some reason, we have to sit right next to the router to get any kind of signal. Which, given that we're living out of boxes and all the missing underwear repercussions that entails, should probably be the least of our concerns. In the three nights that we have been here we have totally embraced the local takeaway food outlets. Tonight was chip shop night. The fanciness of our new (there goes the!) neighbourhood can, perhaps, be judged by the fact that my fish and chips were presented in a big long Piscean coffin of a box.