We’ve moved house! But only very slightly. Roughly a metre, in fact, to the flat next door in our building with just a little more space and light.
Obviously we did not hire movers to take us across the hallway, so the following achievements and/or failures were ours alone:
- Somehow twisting a king-sized mattress down a steep and narrow staircase. Thank goodness for memory foam.
- Discovering, while moving the sofa, one small, plastic, light-blue cowboy hat and one Race for the Galaxy token hiding inside.
- Closing our new bedroom door at night, realising our new bedroom door is not capable of opening again from the inside, and finally throwing my set of keys down to the street below so that our neighbour Julie could pick them up and rescue us. Thanks Julie!
In other news, this blog turned 14 years old a week and a half ago. But it’s a moody teenager, and so is pretending not to care about this belated recognition. (Even though deep down it cares a lot, obviously.)
And that is pretty much it to report, other than a product management-y evening with Lauri, the conclusion of Cunk on Britain and my extensive email correspondence and follow-up phone call with Jewel Osco. It all started with a frustrated tweet while standing in a long checkout queue which stretched back down the cereal aisle, and before you know it I was getting a call on a Sunday afternoon from the store manager to talk about average basket sizes and remodelling plans and new inventory systems. Which, I admit, is pretty impressive in its responsiveness. And, dare I say it, pretty American too.