Settling

I have to pick up our story from yesterday, to when we'd just finished moving.

My first task was to assemble beds. It's always harder to assemble than to disassemble. Margo's went first, then Sarah's. She was eager to settle it.

Margo gave me a tour of the kitchen - it's mostly complete. It's impressive. It was like the scene in every Bond movie where Q explains the gadgets to James. Recycling bins that slide out on rails. Corner pieces where the shelves swivel out. A magnetic knife rack. Bits on hinges and drawers that decelerate the last part of the action, making them impossible to slam closed. Though I must say I'm still getting used to granite as a countertop material - it's so hard. I'm afraid I'm going to break dishes setting them down too hard.

Soon we wore out and our bellies reminded us it was time to eat. Our first dinner in our new home was ready-made meals heated in a microwave: turkey with gravy and stuffing, and tortellini. Served on paper plates. Fortunately my wine cellar had already been transferred and we had four glasses.

While waiting for dinner I enjoyed some wine on the balcony, and met two different neighbours while there. Even before moving in, we'd met more neighbours here than we did in three years in our old house.

I was so excited for our first dinner that I wanted to play some music to share the mood. Down came an iPod and Margo's little dock speakers. I played the song that was already in my head, so jubilant: The Birds by Elbow. Sarah took a turn and played some Coldplay (her current favourite). Margo couldn't decide, but by then I had picked the perfect song for my mood: To Build A Home by the Cinematic Orchestra.

After tidying up and showering, I wanted to write, but was too tired. Sarah and I instead got into my bed and watched an episode of Sherlock on my computer.