I was joking about the cane.

I am in a happy place at the moment. In this place, I am watching an African sunset and the wind is rustling the jasmine flowers while Emma and Gloria play peacefully under the avocado tree. They have made friends, found a nice playgroup, some good toys and a taste for goat meat. I have also made friends, found a worthwhile project to get stuck into, learnt some of the local language and have perfectly-toned abdominals. This lovely place is called Denial, down the road from Lazytown and twinned with Fiddling-while-Romeburns.

Orderliness is not my strong suit. The Switzergent is different in this regard. He likes order; neat piles; sticky labels; everything in its place. I don't mind chaos, as I have pretty good object locator memory (e.g."Where are my keys?" "Under the socks in the corner." ) After a while, bits of junk look like they were just meant to be there. I never get the itch to sort through it.. or perhaps the itch is there, but the itch to watch clips of Britain's Got Talent on YouTube is more scratchworthy. Meanwhile, stuff builds up, dust covers the stuff, and we are moving country in less than 12 weeks.

I must stop procrastinating.

But let me make some tea first.