'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house

Well... flat really, although over here it is called a unit.
Not a creature was stirring, not even Andy... who has had a beer and is reading "The Age" (Melbourne Newspaper).

Just to let you know we have moved into the flat/unit/apartment. All of our stuff has been returned to us, although every so often one of us has a panic that an item has gone missing until the other person explains where they carefully put it or we check the few remaining unpacked boxes.

We have taken full advantage of Gumtree (a local website, bit like a carboot sale online) and picked up a sofa, 2 ikea armchairs and a TV stand. The shopping list still has bookcase, computer table and washing machine on it, although the Boxing Day sales might be the answer to some of this.

So, the last few days have been filled with shopping. Shopping for food, cleaning products, household stuff, furniture, etc... We have also been for a cycle down the sea front, Andy has followed the F1 route in his new car, I have been making christmas decorations, although they look a little pitiful (renting generally means not making holes in the walls, no pinning stuff up).

All in all, we have been busy as we now have to make the bed and hang up our own towels, no more hotel living. This also results in no more eating out as we have a full kitchen again (yay, I think).

To finish the poem, I heard Andy exclaim, when he wandered out of sight,

"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night."