The people who live upstairs from us (in an apartment precisely the same size and configuration as ours) seem to be rather delusional about the amount of space they have at their disposal. Either that, or they don't need much space around them. They have two preschool age children, and have bought each child a plethora of absolutely huge toys. Like those ride-on battery-powered cars : a pink one for the girl and a black one for the boy. Giant bouncy balls. Monster sized playhouse thingies. And today, at the pool, they arrived with the most enormous blow-up boat I've ever seen. It even had a mast and a sail.

We go a bit to the opposite extreme, I think : we have hardly any stuff. If we get the house we offered on, it's going to be rather spartan in there. A whole lot of floorspace and pretty much no furniture. Not unlike our Woodlands Road house I guess, only these days we have even less furniture.

We'll only hear the verdict on the house tomorrow, apparently. This morning, I found myself really hoping that we get it. But this evening, I'm hoping that we don't ... we drove past our back-up house on the way back from climbing this afternoon and that house seems so much more "us" than the first one does. Though it is definitely the less practical choice.

I'd forgotten how much I enjoy climbing. Today's the first time I've really climbed since I've been home, and I loved it. I'm tired tonight though. Just shows how quickly one gets unfit.