Both Lilith and Electro-Kevin are moving to new houses this weekend, and I wish two of the nicest people in the blogosphere and their families, the very best of good fortune in what is always an exciting and exhausting time.
The traditional first supper in a new home has to be fish and chips, with some sort of peculiar ale closely followed by copious amounts of Chateau Turrets, or whatever one can find among the various boxes, or the near empty shelves of the local Spar at 10.30pm...
By coincidence, this week, Mrs S and I have finalised our plans to stay put in ‘The Turrets’, after a lot of soul searching and wondering about down-sizing and getting nowhere! We’re now here for good, or until one of us ends up in the clutches of Nurse Gladys Emmanuel, (which doesn’t seem such a bad idea to me, but might be frowned upon by Mrs S...)!
We even took on another allotment to replace the lost garden we might have to endure, and now we've got so much growing space, we can feed a small African country as well as keep reasonably fit in the process! I mean, let's face it, we've only got the price of a Stannah Lift to cough up if things go awry!
So, we're going through the same excitable phase as both Elecs and Lils, and that, coupled with what will hopefully turn out to be the most promising week in our business partnership (sorry B, had to say that), means that things will never really be the same again!
So, as Trevor Howard happily yelps in the lovely film of the book above, 'Time for more gin and lime...'!