All Things Great and Small

Ladies and gentlemen, we have a winner! After an uninspired visit to the fan favorite, number four (sorry no. 4 enthusiasts, it was a little too close to the local tattoo shop, etc. and very dark inside), we doubled back to the cracker box, known formally as st. Peter's Lodge, took some measurements, and told the estate agent we were ready to commit. As I have told family, st peter is most assuredly the saint of Very Small Things. The house is Victorian, beautifully styled and, well, petite, nary a closet. I wanted the English experience And this is assuredly it. We have many hoops to jump before it's a done deal so we're not counting our chickenst, but it could be a very nice spot, just 250 yards from the river Cam and Jesus Green, to lay heads. My shoes wil be homeless, but why niggle? My friend Kristine, an expat, has vowed to show me the world of hidden storage solutions.

In other news, we moved today to our temporary housing, a very nice penthouse apartment with a view of the river Cam. Despite the ultra modern everything, it's quite nice. Everything but the washing/drying machine, which is quite beyond our comprehension. It has so far eaten Charlotte's new sparkly shirt, turned harry's pj top to pink (an unecpcted hot cycle, I'm steaming mad) and is currently holding our things captive in the dry cycle. We literally can not open it. ) course why complain? Not much room for clothes in the new house anyway.