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Where did the nice weather go? Not that rain isn't pleasant, but not so much when you have to stand in it waiting for a bus *mutters*.

So, this weekend I briefly lost control of all sense and jauntered down to Dublin on saturday to assist thesme_01 in moving house.
Alas by the time I got there the Lads (mr thesme, mr thesme's brother and A Friend) had done all the packing and the majority of the moving, which meant there was only SCRUBBING left to do.
So we spent the afternoon gaily scrubbing the bathroom, singing merry songs, with only the occasional death threat when Themse would TRANSMOGRIFY into hellison_1 and become, as she phrased it herself, My Worst Nightmare. With a high pitched squeaky voice.
She did not, however, see the genius in my plan of creating LIFE from the dead skin we were scrubbing out of the shower by making it into Creature that would be a mini amalgamation of all those who had left... deposits behind. Spoilsport. Tho I think the fumes of Cleaning Stuff in the enclosed space may have gone to my head a bit by that stage.

So I fled the Horror in the Bathroom to go be Cinderella and scrub the hearth instead. Then we gave up on the whole thing (tho the bathroom was indeed very sparkly), packed up Bigwig and set off for Castle Thesmington.
Once there we went YAY!!! NEW HOUSE OMG YOU LIVE HERE NOW!!! OMG NEW HOUSE ooh nice bathroom OMG OMG YAY a lot.
And christened the house with first drink and first meal - fizzy wine and chips! Only half a glass of fizz for me tho, because then I had to depart and head northwards again, for on sunday there was Family Goodness to be had.

This took the form of Nephew's Birthday - THREE already OMG - so I got to go to the toy shop and buy presents for himself, the other nephews (home from canada for a visit) and niece. Tho I needn't have bothered, as teh Wee Brother once more stole the Best Present Buyer Evar crown by showing up with a BOUNCY CASTLE.
A small one, admittedly, but still an actual bouncy castle.
So the day was spent eating cake, singing happy birthday, running between Outside and in to the bouncy castle to make sure no-one bounced out or onto anyone else's head.
Surprisingly, somehow the combination of small children, cake and a bouncy castle did not lead to any throwing up. Win!

Finally got back home and spent the remainder of the evening pottering about the mud, stabbing things and drinking lovely Thatchers Vintage Cider. Hmmm. Good times.


Ooh. Happy St. George's Day to all you Englishers out there ;)