Love Shack

I remember when blogs were young.

Back when I started, back in the dim, dim depths of time when I had a really good template that was, obviously, ripped off from another site, the point of this blog was so that my Mum could keep up to date with my news while I went off travelling from one place to another in my role as international gallivanter and Excel troubleshooter. I would sit in an air conditioned office, sipping dodgy instant coffee in Ho Chi Minh City, and I'd compose witty two line entries about the goings-on in the offices beyond my door. That way, she knew I was alive, and all was good.

These days, I live with her, so she knows that I am alive. However, this means that I have abandoned my evil sidekick cat Mr Twinky, and he now only knows I am alive because he reads this site and I occasionally send him lewd text messages.

I know these facts because they cropped up over dinner the other night. Mr Twinky is here to get me sorted out, out of my parents home and in to a Love Shack. By the end of the week, this will be painted, and within eight weeks, it will be suitable for living in. I plan to move in this weekend.

To make this transition easier, I am now waking up at 6 in the morning. This will come in particularly useful when I am living without curtains. We're saving up for those.