A weekend of socialising

Having no kitchen, temporarily at least, has made us a very sociable family. Since the house is quite dusty, and the cooking facilities very limited, we decided to throw ourselves on the mercy of our friends, who were kind enough to take us in and feed us. Funnily enough, both the sets of friends who took pity on us this weekend included girls (sorry, ladies) I went to school with - I clearly picked some long-standing winners in terms of friendship.

All this chit-chatting, though, is more than we're used to. We don't even have the telly on at the moment, and it's normally on in the background all the time as we sit on the couch of an evening. But I think tonight both of us are just craving a little bit of silence. I'm even finding it quite hard to write, because I'm just completely talked out. I have nothing left to say. I've said all I did have to say at least three or four times over during the course of the weekend, and now I can't remember what I've said to who, or even whether I've said stuff that I meant to write. This state of confusion is not going to lead to the most exciting blog post in the world, so I'm going to draw a line under tonight, and retire gracefully. Well, as gracefully as a seven-month pregnant woman can do.