Anyway, last night Sandy put up my red and purple cloths and masks, and I put up the pictures I wanted in my room. I can't keep all my pictures, as I have a lot less wall than I used to, so some are going to have to go in the living room, and the meaningless Fritz Klein award may have to go in the bin, which serves it right (I'd rather keep my MSc in actively seeking work).
So last night I slept under pretty things with my Venetian masks watching over me. And I slept well. And Jon came round and we had a pleasant chat and a beer. Which was nice.
Next I must buy a blanket box, among other things. Maybe the time for the dreaded trip to Ikea has come - anyone want to take me there?