Bobby and I see the world in very ways.

Our living room is currently filled with boxes. Some are filled and taped up, some are half-packed, and some are still totally empty.

The tallest pile of boxes is the one that contains all our books. Using packing tape, Bobby has stuck a poster to this tower of boxes - one that came free with the newspaper, and which shows the different types of British berries. He truly believes that this transforms our livingroom from messy and disorganised to pleasantly civilised. I admit that it is a fairly interesting poster, but personally I think it makes the room look more chaotic, rather than less.

It seems as though our move across the road is on track. We finally have clarity on the address (it's 51A, not the 51 that appears on the door) so we can sort out gas and electricity and phones and so on. The house is supposed to be cleaned tomorrow (and oh please let this be true because God knows it needs it desperately) and we get the keys on Saturday morning.

So that's all good. Inasmuch as having to move to a smaller less pleasant house against your will can be said to be good.

Also good today was meeting Ems for lunch. No school for her today since it was closed - inset day. She had Steve for company till 10.30 when he went off to a class, then she was on her own till 12.30, when I met her in town for lunch. It was fun, being just the two of us. Wish I could have taken the whole day off, but it just wasn't do-able. At least I have a long lunch-break - we get an hour and fifteen minutes - and I'm only ten minutes away. She's spending tomorrow (another inset day) with friends - they're taking the train to the multiplex to see a movie - so she won't be bored. I can't believe how fast she's growing up. And I'm very glad we're living in a place where it's safe to allow her some independence.