Our house in the middle of our street..

...Actually, its more like 7/8ths along - but even Suggs couldn't have made that scan.
Yes, we have now got the keys for the new house and have managed to transfer a few bits across already. Bedrooms have already been allocated (not sure why I've got one to myself ) and we've worked out what furniture is going where - which is pretty easy really seeing as we don't have any at the moment

We've got some coming tomorrow though. We've got a washing machine and a fridge/freezer combo being delivered by the 'Good Guys', thats not my own personal opinion - it's the name of one of the main electrical retailers over here. They have a strange pricing policy whereby the very helpful and friendly staff (especially those who originate from West Yorkshire) are allowed to knock money off the price for no apparent reason. If that sounds mad, what about the fact that they've given us a two hour slot in which they are going to deliver the goods in the morning. Where is the fun in that, whats wrong with saying it will come some time between 8am and 6pm and then phoning at half five to say they won't be delivering today after all because the moon has unexpectedly passed into Saturn (I so wanted to put Uranus but then I thought that that would be childish and immature).

We are also having a bed delivered for George. It's a bunk bed, which is something he's always wanted but he could never have in the UK due to the sloping roof in his room in Tadcaster Road. In fact he wants it so much we are considering telling him that it's his main birthday present and so getting us out of buying him anything off his rather extensive and expensive birthday list. He is already scouring the business sections of the papers hoping for an upsurge in the UK economy by the end of the month so that his birthday money in sterling will be worth more dollars when its converted across. He's really pleased because we've managed to locate a model shop in Perth that sells James Bond cars and other corgi vehichles. I'd like to tell you that we'd found it by using 007 type methods of cunning, bravery, fast cars and fancy gadgets, surveillance and by pumping a bevvy of beautiful women for information... but to be honest we used google like everyone else.

Hattie has had a very good week at school this week. She's already made two new friends but she was even more excited by the fact that she had to take her favourite toy into class to talk about it on Wednesday. She took in Lucy bear which was a leaving present from her best friend from Dringhouses school who was somewhat coincidentally called Lucy. The presentation went very well but it soon became apparent that Lucy bear was carrying a tear in one of her lower limbs or (if its okay to use the technical jargon) legs. Lucy bear does have medicare so she will be able to have a long and painful operation to repair the damage (I think its the left leg, I suppose I should find out before I operate) but for the time being she is making do by wearing a rather elaborate oversized bandage. To make matters worse it was poor Lucy bears birthday this week and we all had to sit and watch as the inanimate object opened it's presents (very much like my birthday a fortnight ago).

Well, got to go now to consult my Frank Spencer book entitled 'Erecting flact pack furniture & carrying out major surgical procedures for beginners', ready for the morning.
Will release a short statement on Lucy bears' and the beds condition at a later date.