Moving day

<Mark looks arounds at his new home.>

I think I can get used to it here. The decor's simple enough to appeal to the minimalist tendancies I seem to have developed of late, although the white's a little bit clinical - nothing a small splash of colour won't liven up. At least it's considerably more pleasant than the hideous wallpaper in the room I've just moved into.

And it's roomy around here too. I mean look at all this empty space.

<Mark watches a small tumbleweed drift gently into the distance, borne upon a breeze that whistles sofly around the cavernous space>

All of a sudden I feel distinctly agoraphobic