So I bit my tongue last night, badly. It bled, and now there is this gaping sore in my mouth. Normally when one says bite your tongue you are keeping something to yourself, trying to be polite... in my case it is literal.

So the last of the stuff is at our house, we have food ( YAY! ) in the fridge and all the plants are finally here. We took some time to do a quick tidy up at Salisbury House, making it livable in places like bathrooms and kitchens. Fridges and microwaves cleaned, and carpets vacuumed.

Meanwhile on the home front a closet rod has collapsed, and fatal design flaws have come to light in the shelving and closet rod structure. Stud finder employed to check for structural elements hidden behind drywall, all seems well. A trip to the hardware store to pick up some timber is in the plannings for tomorrow, as well as finishing off some painting. Looks like my lazy Saturday of unpacking and loafing around is getting replaced with manual labor. I suppose there is still Sunday.