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Hmm.  Either I've bought too many books over the last 18 months or half of the boxes we packed books in when we last moved have vanished.  Maybe we have anti-house elves?  Before I do too much more packing, I need to find some anti-histamines.  I'm beginning to wonder where the rest of the dwarves are--I'm currently playing host to both Dopey and Sneezy, so the rest should be along any minute.

Oh, house.  The landlord can't/won't make the plumbing changes that I wanted, but we're pressing onwards with the tenancy.  It's what, the 11th of August?  28 days to sort out the packing, disconnections, reconnections and all of that crap.... Definitely not enough time to faff around with looking for another house.  So, we're now waiting on another shiny set of tenterhooks while the references are being checked.  I loathe jumping through hoops at the best of times, and this loss of control really rankles with both of us.  So, we'll be in grouchy moods until they ring and tell us that we're good to go.

In fantabulously good news, Scott Sullivan got five years.  I hope he has an unpleasant cellmate.

Right.  I'm going to go and pack up all my baking equipment.  Both baking and writing are now on hiatus until we get settled in the new house....