Went over to the new place and ate breakfast there, then unloaded boxes from the car (heavy rain when I arrived), and stowed tins of stuff in the kitchen cupboards. I am being a bit OCD about this, and inventorying everything on my PDA, so that I don't buy stuff I have already, and do eat up things I'd forgotten I had. (In some cases I think I deliverately forgot them. The typo, I think, refers to a tin of cooked liver in gravy which used to be around... strange idea. Don't try it if you see it.)

Then I went upstairs - only one dead fly, which I had missed as it had crawled into one of the light fitments in the bedroom. Said light fitments are four or five halogen spots suspended from a pair of wires. Keep reminding me of the trolley buses that used to run in Brighton when I was young.

I hung more clothes in the wardrobe, having taken some skirt hangers across. Above the rail is a shelf, and it is about two foot from that to the ceiling. At the moment, I've just slung things up there - though I've bought a hanging fabric sweater thing. The shelf beats me - it's too high for ease of access without a step, and has too much space for sensible use. The top of it is above the top of the doors. (Does that make sense?) I think I need to put in another shelf that I can put bagged out of season items on, and vertical sections below it to stop things getting like the stacks in Primark. (A cheap chain of fabric shops which is the reverse of Benetton - it is the thing for the clothes to descend to the level of a jumble sale in disorder...)

I have bought a ceramic hob cleaning blade to get the badge off the window.

No news from the garage door guys. And I have discovered that the flat roof over the front of the garage leaks. In the vicinity of the electricity meter and the fuse box.

Penny