Weekend? What weekend?

I think I should get a quick update in between working and going to bed...

Friday at work, there were donuts. Mmmm.... Very yummy!

The evening's dinner was wonderful fun, excellent food and drinks and company, and it's still true that I will talk more when slightly inebriated. Although I may have talked a lot of rubbish. It was a great evening and a perfect way to spend my birthday.

Saturday I went into the new flat, got my tape measure (do you Brits not believe in folding rules?), threw it around a lot and got some measuring done. I still need to do that for the kitchen, bathroom and living room, because dad wants to know how much paint he needs to buy so we can paint the walls (paint is so expensive here, what's the deal with that?).
Going through the in-wall closets, I found a lot of stuff left there by generations of previous tenants. A ladder, which is good, but also an artificial christmas tree, which is weird. Weirder though were the two cardboard boxes full of kitchenware that I still have to go through, pots and pans and knives and such. A list will follow, maybe even pictures! I am sure the landlady didn't even know the stuff was there.

Then I took off for Ikea, where I spent too much time and money, as usual; but it was for things I needed, and I did put a lot of them back before the check-out. Still, I came away with an Ingo table, three Stefan chairs, a mattress pad, a Gravback bookcase and various bits and pieces. I also sit-tested various sofas, and I'm happy to say that the sofa I had my heart set on from the looks, the Lillberg, is also good and comfy and there's also an armchair and a rocking chair version. Lillberg it will be, once I save the money for it.
And after a tiring day, I came home and fell into bed.

Sunday, Ikea would be delivered, so I had to get to the flat early. Only due to engineering works, no trains were running; instead there was a replacement bus service. Oh dear... Luckily, the world smiled on me, and Ikea arrived at the flat two hours after I did.

After much deliberation, I decided to be spontaneous, caught a bus, found an ASDA and a B&Q, bought a little battery-operated radio, a bucket of white paint, masking tape and a paint roller, and set about getting rid of the mint green bedroom wall.
It's not like I never painted a wall before, but it sure feels good when they are one's own walls.
However, mint green is very tenacious, and will need another layer of paint, which got delivered to one wall today after work.

My plan for this week is thus: get into the flat after work, do stuff for an hour or three, get back to idahoswede's, fall into bed. (Speaking of idahoswede, if I wasn't already convinced that she's a wonderful lady, I would be now. Hooray for practical birthday gifts!)
Tomorrow, I want to finish painting the bedroom. Wednesday, hoover the carpet, get the bed to where it's supposed to be, and do the rest of the measuring. Thursday I'll take off, because on Friday after work, I'll be going to Glasgow for the weekend.
With an overnight bus.
I don't think I'll be needing sleeping pills.