I made my bed and lay in it

Despite a bus strike which prevent me from getting to my flat on Sunday, it still managed to prove an eventful weekend flat-wise. A visit from the decorator meant that the bedroom is looking especially spiffy just now, and gave me the opportunity at last to extract my bed, tatami mats and all, from the numerous cardboard boxes in which they've lain for these last... many months. Despite my mortal fear of all things diy, I managed to cobble the various components into what seemed a very sturdy bed. I put it to the test by jumping up and down on it for a bit. Before you roll your eyes, I must assure you that the jumping up and down served a very practical purpose - believe it or not - since I'd previously been unable to reach to spot lights above the bed to position them properly. Even standing on top of the bed, the lights were still beyond my meagre reach, but a quick bounce or several put them close enough. The futon mattress makes for a poor trampoline, but I nevertheless managed to arrange the lights in a more pleasing configuration. The bed remained in one piece throughout.

Much to my surprise, recent developments have finally rendered the flat habitable. I have a bed, hot and cold running water, a shower that no longer floods the room when turned out, a toilet (it flushes and everything), central heating, and a gas fire. All of which work. Unfortunately my german speaking oven seems to have shuffled on it's mortal coil, but I'm confident it can be resurrected under warranty, and I can get by with a hob alone. A few things are outstanding still - the bedroom furniture is scheduled to turn up on Thursday, ready for installation next week. Some minor tiling work still needs finishing off (I can't bear the thought of actually talking to the tiler again though). And the living room still requires plastering and decoration. The plasterer drought which afflicted Edinburgh recently shows no sight of letting up. I'm wavering on whether to just forget about that and move in now for the sheer pleasure of it, but I loath the idea of having to move out again when the work finally does get started on it, which I remain hopeful shan't be too long. I've come this far after all and I just want it to be perfect when I move in. Not too much to ask, is it?