Reprise

OK. Start again. Realised that if I don't get started on the regular blogging trail I'm unlikely to get anything written.

Might have found a new place to live. Having decided not to pursue the crazy idea of splitting my life between Lancaster and Hamburg, we're now going to rent a bigger house here in Lancaster and get all our stuff out of storage in Germany. That is, if they haven't sold it all at auction due to not having heard from us or received any money for three months.

Shown round by a pretty blonde estate agent: "Ooh, it's freezing!" she says as she gets out of the car, dressed in standard northern-lass get-up, i.e. displaying a cleavage you could park your bike in. Not that I noticed, of course, being in the company of 'er indoors.

However, there is a delay. The Iron Buddha won't let me sign up to anything until she's spent days researching the feng-shui. First question on waking up next morning is can I remember exactly where the loo was? This is vitally important, apparently. The loo is a great source of bad karma, and there aren't a lot of places where it's allowed to be. She may have to ring China tomorrow morning before we can arrive at the final verdict.