Smug mode

Feeling incredibly smug this morning. New house, a bed, keys, all that. And other things, nice things which I'll let run through my head a few times today.

Of course there's work to do. This is the cutting edge, blah blah. So yes, even as I was lifting boxes yesterday my phone was ringing with things to be done. Excuses to be made. Accounts and interviews to finish. The Foxwoods and even some of the recent Monte Carlo trips have to be, err, 'accounted'? And I have bits that will apparently help. But my tendency is to stuff receipts into a big bag and hope the expenses angels will sort them for me before I start to worry. The little bastards haven't shown up yet. And I can see the bag.

Nightingale Farm is still for sale apparently. If you're not listening to the Archers then bare with me. And Ruth and whatshisname, her husband, Tom? Larry? Whatever, seem to have a sheep living with them. All this confuses the rock 'n roll types at pre-noon times. I'd like to be a rock 'n roll type but who am I kidding? I have my moments, but I'm an Archers type. Maybe I need to change that?

So yes, smug and busy. Chipper. You can tell that because I'm blogging not working. Crap...