I'm actually wishing I could go home and start assembling some Ikea furniture, sew some new cushion covers, vacuum the lounge room (when I pointed out to Hugo that the carpet was covered in pug and Meezy hair, he looked at me in a mystified fashion and said "But we don't own a vacuum cleaner". Oh Boris, how soon you are forgotten) (we *do* own a vacuum cleaner, btw, it's just that with polished floorboards in the whole house it doesn't get used very often as there's a magical contraption called a broom that we use instead) (and by we, I mean Hugo).
Where was I?
Oh yes, I wish to make my living room pretty. Also, I need a coffee, stat. And I'm no longer sitting here waiting for lunch as I went and et it. That is all.
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