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We're more or less moved in to the new house. It is cold and full of plaster dust and non-unpacked boxes. It also lacks little amenities such as internal doors. The cats became distressed on the way over, and...er...inside their travelling box. Liquidly.

The function of Building Control seems to be to produce new houses that it's impossible to live in. So far we have the extractor fans in all the toilets that run for 45 minutes after the light has been switched off, and the hot-press where the water tank is so well insulated that we have to install a radiator to make it actually hot.

The rash that I've had on my shoulders for about a week has moved up my neck, advanced as far as my jawline and is threatening my chin with a pincer movement.

A boy on the bus this morning regaled his seatmate and the occupants of the next four rows with confidences about his emotional life. When he got off I saw to my amusment that he was rigged a la Califorian Surfer. In Northern Ireland in January.

Also: YaY!! Pterry has practically finished Wintersmith and should be starting the next Discworld novel soon!