Happy Birthday Mike

Today is paperwork day - sorting out what to bring/scan/dump, and doing up an insurance assessment for the shipping company. This is probably my least thrilling kind of work. And the moving company just emailed to say I need a letter from my parish council to confirm they know I'm leaving. Hmm. First I've heard of it.

But in other news:


And, as the zillion fridge magnets were peeled off the fridge, a final message was revealed:

Word play

I got absolutely no writing done yesterday. Unless you count playing with the magnetic words that arrived in the post. Sara you absolutely rule!

I was intending to keep the nativity magnets up until the start of February (in the Middle Ages that's when Christmas officially ended). However, now that they have so many words to play with, they may summer on the appliance also. I imagine it's the next best thing to the Hamptons.