Unboxing Day

So...many...boxes...
The world has turned beige today among a wall of cardboard.
Let's put this into some sort of context - packing the boxes we have, took us months. In the last handful of days, we've unpacked several weeksworth - d's got floorspace in the kitchen, I've got bookshelves that are full of box-guts in the living room. The bedroom's taking a distinct shape (and, did I mention, kicks spa-ass), and we took joint baths tonight in the humungo-tub (real old-fashioned, gloriously sized, cast-iron).

So - life in Merthyr - pretty freakin' sweet. This of course comes on the day when there was a tube strike in London, a stabbing in the sales on Oxford Street, and a fairly record quarter-of-a-million shoppers at the Westfield Mall in Stratford.

Ahhhh...the Welsh Life...

In Disappearing terms, though, everything I have is braced for the morning - the final Tuesday of 2011, the first weigh-in on the Nazi scales. Had a big lunch at the local Harvester, and quite a big dinner at Franky & Benny's, so essentially, I've had a complete carb-fest the day before my weigh-in - talk about being out of out of practice at this shit...

In a weird way, am kinda looking forward to a hideous result tomorrow, to break that level of self-congratulatory contentment that I've been in for a little while, and get me bitchslapped back to semi-neurotic determination for the start of the new year. Not, of course, that breaking my self-congratulatory contentment is gonna be easy on the day of a quarter-million shoppers, abbbbsolutely none of whom make the slightest difference to me.

Still, fairly confident of having put on about five pounds. Less than that will be good enough, frankly...