When we got home from work yesterday we had a cup of tea and a choccy biccy before settling down to our allotted tasks. Doc C had a lecture to write, so he got on with that whilst I continued unpacking. Mostly I wanted to get the study clear, so that the Charter engineer could hook up the wi-fi with not too much hassle when he came this morning, remember this salient point. First I had to interrupt Doc to get him to help me drag the futon mattress up to the loft. It fitted perfectly! It is so comfy up there now, all I need is a lamp and a steady supply of snacks, and it will be bliss.
After that it was fairly easy to arrange the study, it just took ages. My own personal favourite furniture ninja move was putting the wire shelves (the ones that Doc had bought them for his plants, so they were in front of the living room windows in the old house) under the stairs. This doesn't sound particularly brilliant, but I positioned them so that we can use the shelves from the kitchen AND Doc can still easily fit his bike under the stairs. It was extremely satisfying to see that work in real life almost as well as it had in my head when I thought of it at 2 in the morning.
I also carried several box loads of stuff up to the mezzanine, which is where I'm going to be keeping my bookcases and craft stuff. This was made considerably less easy by the cats, who continue to adore lounging on the stairs and being annoyed if made to move.
Once that was all done, we settled down with a glass of Pimm's and "The Manchurian Candidate" (1962). Doc insisted we had already seen it, but I am equally certain that I hadn't ever watched it before. It was one of those debates that is impossible to prove any part of your argument in, beyond the simple fact that is is highly unlikely I would forget forget Angela Lansbury being that evil.
Of course the punchline to this story is that we didn't get the phone call we expected from Charter last night, or this morning. When Doc called them and asked what time to expect them, they said "Today? No mate, Thursday" (I paraphrase).
sigh. Two more days without TV or internet access at home.