Aaaand we're home.

Move went well (and quickly, too!). I had everything together and the flat cleaned by the time BossHusband showed up with the moving van. The night before, I had a panic attack and was afraid my stuff wouldn't fit into the van, but it fit, with room to spare. It was sunny and warm, and we had a beer in front of the old flat (sighs) before going on the journey to BiSto and to my new four walls.
I popped into work and restored internet to the second half of the office.
Getting back, I was accepted by the local cats. Cat-owners know how it goes: Cat looks at you disdainfully, judging whether you're good for food or pettings, you hunker down and extend a hand, cat comes closer and sniffs at your fingers, and if cat likes you, will allow you to touch her. This one, a year-old (guessing) dark chocolate one with green eyes was lying in the sun under a parked car, looked up at me, meowed loudly, and demanded to be petted, while her collar jingled. A slightly larger, gray stripy one went past, looking at the scene; I later saw her watching me as I went into the house.
Once inside, I had a coffee, then reassembled my bookcase, the table and chairs and arranged them in a manner that satisfies me for the moment. It is weird. On the one hand, I had the feeling as if I were in a hotel or visiting somewhere, but on the other hand, I felt curiously at home. Now all I need is a bed and a sofa, or better yet a comfy chair to read in, and I'm all set.

First night in new flat was very restful; I was half-awoken by a dawn chorus of violently happy birds, woke up at six o'clock, on my own, mind, then the BBC informed me that it was the Queen's Birthday, so I stood up to make breakfast, order a few things, have a shower, and go to work.

Let me tell you about luxury. Luxury is when you have a shower head that goes into a holder on the wall so that you can take that shower without having to hold the shower head in one hand. Luxury is having a window going east, with morning sunshine and quite a view (the house is on a slight hill, and I can see far), and stars at night. Luxury is walking to work, and only taking 20 minutes, and that's with a detour for the document exchange. The only luxury that I don't have yet is a garden to play with.

Work is, of course, work; I'm slightly frazzled because on the one side, I'm running out of spaces to put things in, and on the other, the things I am looking for I cannot find. JS... Let me just say that should I meet her ever again, I will attack her with a huge file in one hand which I will slap her around with, and assorted pieces of paper that I will inflict cuts with. She left a mess the extent of which we're only gradually discovering.

But, the weather's beautiful, I just bought two lampshades, and I can walk home. Life is good.