Top to Toe in Tailbacks... I got Red lights on the

Himself took a walk along the beach last night, along with 38 Scouts, at midnight, in the howling wind and rain; I, as you know, stayed at home and ate crackers and cheese. 

This morning, was T-Day.  Bring Tooli home day. 

We set off just after  11, and  after a few messages arrived in the city by 1300... to a welcome from 4 very hungover gals.  

We left them the bags to pack and headed to the farmers' market and grabbed a Buffalo Burger and bimbled back up the road in the pretty winter sunshine. 

They had managed to pull the best part of the luggage together and we then packed the car full to bursting before heading down the road. 

Tooli has been upstairs for the last two hours - unpacking and putting away! most excellent.  Himself collapsed asleep on the couch, and I have sat here.  Doing nothing mostly and wondering why the Soccer Saturday presenters get so excited about football matches.  

So we are home now - and in the warm of the house. Tooli has already decided that we should move the furniture around, and where to put the decorations up, and ooh'd and aahhh'd appropriately about new items laying around the house, and has now collapsed in a post-hangover snooze the length of the settee. 

Ah. If her brother was here too - there'd be a barney about who was sitting where; and I wouldn't mind a bit.  It'd be perfick.