Moved

So if you are wondering where I have been (who knows, maybe you have - or maybe at this late hour I am feeling self-important) - moving apartments, that’s where.

Because I am a germaphobic neat freak I have spent the last 4 days with a dust mask on my face, and armed with a bottle of bleach and a toothbrush I’ve cleaned our new place (and a bottle of pine disinfectant).

We are happy in our new home.  We are sore from moving things (we did it all ourselves!!  I have renewed admiration for Christian’s handiness and practicality and may I say he looks damn good loading furniture and washing machines on a trolley).  We are forever splashing ourselves with the taps since the water pressure in our old place was really low - so months of overcompensating makes for a drenched Christian and a drenched Sabine.

I am also nose-bleeding a little, and since we’re on the 10th floor we giggle that it’s the altitude.

And now, I am going to collapse into bed: there’s still much more to do in the morning.

Good night, I hope you’re happy in your own little homes!