Laphroaig

One of the things I promised myself when I moved was to treat myself to a bottle of Laphroaig. But it didn't seem right to do it immediately because the place was in such a mess, with fifty boxes of books dominating the landscape. Tonight, Operation Des Res has reached a turning point - I have broadband, I can see the carpet in the living room and I bought some new speakers - and the moment has come. The soundtrack of choice: the sweet Afro-Cuban jazz of El Ultimo Trago by Concha Buika and Chucho Valdés.

And now that I know that my friends M and T are expecting a baby, after many years of trying, I have something extra to celebrate too. Slàinte!