Flying Beatle heads
Still no broadband – what an ‘effin nightmare.
If only BT was as organised as us: 47 boxes unpacked, 30 bags of garden waste filled (we had our first BBQ last night). Clothes housed (thanks in no small part to our FANTASTIC removals company, Gentleman & a Van, who move your dresses on rails in wardrobe-sized boxes), floors mopped and flying Beatles heads hung on the wall.
And I’ve just ordered a mimosa in a local cafe.
We rock, man.