Feels like home

The aforementioned new flat is finally coming together. The Polish bookshelf-builders have left, taking their Protean gloom with them, and leaving behind a large amount of shelving. Today's task is to put the books on the shelves: I am already starting to play Kim's Game with them, remembering where various clumps of the different sorts (history, fiction etc) are temporarily living. This one could run and run.

But learning how to live in a new space takes time. The old flat was long and thin, rooms opening off a corridor. This one has them clustered around a central large landing. Eventually I suppose I will stop walking into the second bedroom when I want a wee in the middle of the night, but bathrooms are on the left, not the right, as any fule kno.