Wednesday night movies

Us fogies have a tendency to make use of this great offer at the mobile phone company I use - two for one to any film. So tonight we saw Walk the Line. Pretty good, but we do have a soft spot for Johnny Cash, for two reasons. One is Hurt by NIN as performed by Mr.Cash which gave it a completely different tone and fragility, with a video that would make anyone with a heart cry. The other reason is the old Depeche Mode belter, Personal Jesus, which was cool. The film was good too, well recommendable.

Six month anniversary is over. We never even noticed. Didn't do nuthin, only fair as six months isn't exactly a milestone. But still, one should own what one owns (works better in Icelandic as it quotes fairly cheesy breakfast cereal ad 'maður á að eiga það sem maður á').

Still mainly no hot water. Aiming to improve upon this, have finagled the spare part for free from the manufacturer as the damned thing is only a year old, still in warranty and clearly faulty. Just need to pin the plumber down for an exact timing.

The new bed arrived, from here on in referred to as the mountain. Pretty decent mountain, tall and wide yet very soft. Got a new duvet and all too, the other one looked a little lost in the middle of it. Taggart looks great there, too. (those of you who know Taggart, know, those of you who don't know don't need to know. However, I am not referring to Scottish TV cops)

We're still looking into ferrets. We found this great woman in Reading who invited us over. Fabulous little creatures, playful and silly, much like perpetual kittens. Craig was remarkably receptive to the idea, but we do need to wait until they moult and then go visit again to see if Craig's allergic to them. My allergies are doing fine. No apples, pears, hazel nuts, peanuts, dust mites or silver birch near me, pretty pretty please. Of course, this also by extension means no apple pies, pear tarts, fruit & nut chocolate, yellow m&ms, snickers, canned pears and so on. This is on top of the old list which I believe contained fats, alcohol, caffeine and cocoa, as well as a selection of chemicals that don't like my little bod. Craig, the sweetie, suggested we sell the house. We live right next to a nature reserve with a whole shedload of trees, including silver birch, which isn't always the best of ideas. I politely declined, don't want to start giving into this damned thing as then I may as well order the plastic bubble and start decorating it. Where's the fun in that.

For the first time since we moved here I begged dad for a relief parcel, icelandic yes please. Asked for some supplies. Although to be fair, I still have some licorice since they were here last time and really don't fancy any more. Good licorice, absolutely, but 4kgs was a bit much.