Oh yeah, the flat.

The flat is perfect. It's huge and so close to Ann I could use a tin can and a string to call her. Let me tell you, on a day like this, that is a godsend. All she and I kept saying, between puking and flooding washing machines, was 'could you imagine how hard this would be if you lived in Kennington?'

I was almost in tears at the thought of having to spend the night in the half-moved-into, cold, empty flat with no TV, no phone, not internet and sick, crying kids. Not to mention no towels, no extra sheets, no sheets at all in fact, and a washing machine that hates me. Ann, my fairy godmother, told us to just sleep here again. Charlene and Triin are also sleeping over, so the kids are on the floor on a little mattress. It truly looks like a refugee camp and we have four countries represented - UK, USA, Estonia and South Africa. Ann's the only one with a UK passport, I think.

The previous tenants left furniture that might be the landlord's, I'm not sure. But we have two double beds, a futon, a small sleeper sofa, a regular sofa, a loveseat, two wardrobes, two more rickety storage units, two dressers, a kitchen table and four chairs. We also bought a TV, two bookcases and some other small storage units from the tenants. (They're going back home to New Zealand.) Not bad. The couches and kitchen table/chairs are pretty nasty so I think I'm going to buy some new-to-me ones off gumtree. And I havel to buy the loft beds.

We got a ton of stuff from Argos for next to nothing. For those of you residing in the US, Argos is like Service Merchandise. Remember them? You go into the store and order stuff out of the catalog and they get it and give it too you. The kids thought it was too cool. I can order the beds online and they'll deliver them for 5 pounds 80. Can't beat that.

I'll take pictures when the camera battery charge shows up. I know it's somewhere!

Night, night.

The same old road that brought you here crosses seven bridges home. Something for me to remember!