A bit of a shocker

Calliope given the run of the house today, provoking growling and hissing from Basil, and staring matches with Brian. Despite this, they all rubbed along surprisingly well and were all seen in the same room from time to time without fighting. This is a great result as I had been dreading this part. Calliope not intimidated, which is makes me happy.

Arduous unpacking of boxes, and Lorraine and I both felt very tired. Then as Lorraine was cooking a lovely Sunday lunch, the fuses tripped and precipitated hours of fiddling with electrics. This also meant that after futile attempts to light the oven, it had to be carried into our neighbours who kindly finished it off for us. Beth and Mark had Sunday roast with us, when it was eventually ready. But I felt so tired I could barely speak to them. Lorraine frustrated by not being able to get things straight, but spoke to her dad Pat about it who has been a Sparky. But there seemed little logic to how the electricity is going off and on, although upstairs seems to be okay. And this is where my computer is. Naturally as I am working from home tomorrow morning this was worrying.

All this heaped unnecessary stress onto the general stress of moving.

Managed to get the TV working again and watched Swedish Wallender, which seemed like a fantastic treat. Big thunderstorm and an hammering deluge, out of which Sam emerged late in the evening with his clothes utterly sodden.

Boofed eventually into bed, overtired and unable to sleep without a sleeping pill.