Whew: it's all here

Sunday evening and all is well. The truck with our stuff arrived yesterday afternoon at about 3.30pm. 3 hours later it was backing back out of the circle, void of our belongings. Some damage: the insurance may have paid for itself. But nothing too major or heartbreaking. The kitchen is unpacked and put away, as are our clothes, and the living room is half way there.

Pixie has already re-discovered her bed and put it to good use.

I'll relate the whole story later, replete with pictures. But I'm feeling a bit knackered at the moment and am anxious to get in the shower.

Slainte.