London calling.

The house is largely ready for teenagers. Thank fuck. Today's valiant heroes are stilkil and vatine, who moved boxes and vacuumed and brought a crossbrace for the shelves. Now all we need to do is get the clothes off the bed. And sort through the boxes we just took upstairs without sorting through.

I am not going to the party this evening, I am utterly buggered and the weather is vile. Quiet night in with redcountess with the cat trying to sit on the keyboard, I think.