"Warning: May contain Chad Michael Murray..."
Am quite tired and am in fact in bed. With my laptop. And a random wireless connection (possibly the pub's; possibly not; who knows?). Ah, the joy. Have just installed the very exciting Office Professional Edition 2003, including Access and everything, that arrived in the post (well, it came and indeed went in the post - Katie picked it up from the parcel office for me this morning on her to claim MSCL). But oui, we are all moved in. Pimly stayed last night and did sterling work helping us pack then and this morning. Then Chris and later Kitty bopped up and we moved things about whilst waiting for Darren and Kathye and the van. There was much moving, though I soon ended up relegated to amusing Hannah, and was essentially useless for much of the day. We had a late lunch, dosed the long-suffering cable man with coke, then la famille King bopped off (we had lost Pim and Kitty earlier in the day). Katie, Chris and I went to the pub across the road for a quick drink in their tiny backyard, and then went home, collapsed on the sofa, ordered pizza and watched Top Gear. There's lots more to say, really, but for now I can do no more than echo Samual Pepys: And so to bed.