Inauguration

If I ever again suggest arriving from an overnight long-haul flight to directly move house, I call on the blip community to have some strong words.

With the help of two very stoic (and strong) friends I got everything moved. Amy and I had five minutes to grab an inauguration dinner before the shop closed, so it was olive focaccia, humous, mozzarella and juice.

Inauguration hand washing was for the dog shit I accidentally trod into the communal hallway and lift. It was a couple of hours before I was reunited with any form of cleaning product or fabric for wiping so I ingratiated myself well with the new neighbours by leaving that lingering.

Bring it on, 2017.