Today I finally got to see the apartment I’ve been banging on about for almost twelve weeks. I was expecting an emotional overload, but fabulously, I managed to stay quite detached. It was very different to what I’d expected, but still awesome. If I were to buy it, it would require a paring down of possessions like I’ve never imagined, but that’s not necessarily a bad thing. Miss M is in love with it, after initially not wanting to see it, although I think she’s partly sold by the groovy white stools that were in the kitchen, and no amount of me telling her they wouldn’t come with the house seemed to hit home.

A few things needing rectifying, like no oven, and no storage, but a quick trip to Ikea will fix at least part of that problem in no time. There’s only room for a bar fridge in the kitchen, but the idea of a totally pared back me is quite appealing. Tomorrow I have to make a list of pro’s and con’s, and although the estate agent wanted an offer in by close of business Wednesday, I’m going to go back next Saturday to the other open day and check out things like phone jacks, and work out what I’d be actually taking and how it would fit.

My knee is well on the way to complete recovery, and I’m under instruction to run sometime between now and Tuesday, and have my last osteo treatment on Wednesday. It’s awesome to be able to move around pain free (I’m touching wood as I type), and the idea of running again holds an appeal I’ve never previously imagined.

Today I’m loving: Moscow mules. Who knew lime and ginger beer would go together so well?