Oh yes! I am no longer to be inhabiting a cardboard box next year! After two days of bag lady/ tramp/ mistaken lesbian status, R and I are to become the proud owners of a rather sweet little flat that has the obligatory 70s carpet disaster (bless). I managed to lose many, many items of usefulness including my new best friend alias the Cardiff pocket a-z which was glued to my nose for most of Sunday and Monday and somehow mysteriously disappeared along the way. Much hilarity involving near misses with lamp posts ensued. Only down side is we have to slog all the way back down to glorious Wales on Friday for ten minutes of form signing - bloody agencies.