Settling In

It's rather like moving house. You have to tell people about it, then there's the move itself, after which you have to decorate the new premises and decide exactly where all the furniture is going to go.

I didn't tag my posts on LJ- but I'm going to do it here. I've set myself the task of working through the entire archive, tagging as I go. I expect it to take months...

Halva And A Shoe Rack

Stefka, who has been my mother's main carer over the past few months, went on holiday to Bulgaria- where she hails from- and brought us back a small tin of halva (sp?). Halva is a dry paste made- says Stef- of sunflower seeds and sugar. It's brain-rottingly sweet. Ailz and I had a spoonful each and gave the rest to Matthew who has no inhibitions we're aware of when it comes to food.

Stef handed in her notice before going away and is now working out her notice. She has a flat to go to in a farmhouse outside York. Her possessions will fit into her not very big car- or at least she hopes they will- and she's going to be moving them herself. She has a large collection of shoes. I gave her a shoe rack we're not using any longer for her to display them on.