Monday night. 9.45pm. Er, we've got a new apartment! Yippee!!! We move on Saturday! Yippee!!! Ohmigod too much to do...

Well we've seemingly managed the fastest real estate rental deal in modern history. We faxed in our application this morning; Garry went to see it at 2pm; Laura from the agent's called at 4.45pm to say she was on the case and by 5.30pm it was ours! How did we manage that? Anyway, we're not complaining. The place is lovely... kind of like my place in the UK in that one of the bedrooms is a galleried area over the living area, but that's not an issue for us. Downstairs is all stainless steel kitchens and dishwashers and laundry and floorboards and up(the industrial stylee metal)stairs is cool bathrooms and built in wardrobes and glass bricks. And did I mention the floor to ceiling 24' high end wall? Must have slipped my mind. Garry and I are so excited. It's going to be nice to get away from the hubbub of Oxford Street. It's been great, but we're both ready for something will a little more panache and flair...

So, removalists to organise, utilities to stop and start, that kind of thing. Still, it'll keep me out of mischief. Or will it?