About the only thing newsworthy I can think of as I sit here is that I had a cold shower this morning. Well, it was more cool than cold, but heat mostly definitely significantly reduced when compared with a normal day’s shower. Our hot water heater seems to have been acting up. I can say “have been” because I called the maintenance people this afternoon and they were able to come over soon thereafter and work out whatever was the malfunction. Though this is the second time this has happened in the past two months, we’re grateful in this case that we rent an apartment and can call a maintenance man to come fix the problem because it’s not our water heater.

Over the weekend we watched Chariots of Fire which turned out to be a fairly touching, moving and interest-keeping film of yesteryear. We recommend. Here’s what’s perhaps the most well-known line from the movie apart from the theme song:

I believe God made me for a purpose, but he also made me fast. And when I run I feel His pleasure.

Lastly, Nigel and Georgina are beginning to make posts on their blog at Hayestack.co.uk about adjusting to life in Namibia where they’ll be living for the next two years.

Getting home last night we lounged around drinking our third quotidian cup of tea and watching the TV. Unable to sleep for the time change, we stayed up last night reading our respective books. Me: Aristotle’s Children. Emily: When Crickets Cry. Still unable to sleep, we watched Donnie Darko (what a messed up/freaky movie that is in no way endorsed or recommended by this post or the author hereof). After that, sleep.

We woke up this morning to cups of tea and bagels; thanks, Nigel! After primping and showers, we headed off to Loughton (a couple little towns away) and got to shopping, or getting Christmas cheer as my dad likes to put it. =) We slipped into our usual stores and charity shops (thirft stores smell the same wordwide!), finding a couple of books and a blouse/top, as well as a bottle of Ribena, a Mars bar and a Kinder Bueno. Yummy; but this appetizer was no match for the lasagne waiting at home for us. We’re also adulatory to report that the white VW Polo has been resurrected for a bazillionth time; good work, Simon. Think we had a calm evening after dinner? Think again: the Seaman’s stopped by for drinks, cakes, giggles and pictures…approximately in that order. Check out neonatal pictures of that foray in the picture gallery.

We’re now in bed. Emily’s sleeping and I’m telling you what we’ve been up to. What are we doing tomorrow you ask? You’ll have to check this space for that info, shawty. =)