where does the time go?

Thank goodness for work. How else could I check my e-mail and catch up on my web-surfing? I still don't have a connection at home. Sigh.

Despite the tag-line for this blog, I still haven't met my neighbours. Perhaps they knew we, the gays, were coming. Maybe they wait for us to leave and then make a run for it. In fact...come to think of it...I haven't heard anything through the walls yet. Either they're spectacularly light-footed neighbours, or they're dead. Either way, I'm happy: I don't like people disturbing my television time. Oh, I'm kidding. I've heard them through their kitchen windows when I've been in the garden, so I'm fairly sure they're not dead. Having said that, what I mostly heard through the window were very odd bird noises...lots of them...so either they keep birds (inside their kitchen) or I really really don't want to meet my neighbours.

This weekend, GP and I decided we're going to walk into town for a drink and maybe some dinner. It's going to be such a novelty! I've never actually lived anywhere where I could go out and get an alcoholic beverage /and/ a meal that I didn't have to cook. I'm very rural, this I know. The town we moved into is the same one people from my neck of the woods (literally) visit on special occasions - birthdays, pay-days, etc etc - and it feels, after years of taxi-ing to and fro, very odd to be able to say "Do you fancy going to the such-and-such pub?" without it having to involve money, a long taxi ride, nice clothes and badly applied make-up. Odd, yet exciting. Like I've said before (see previous post) it doesn't take much to excite me.

Tonight, GP and I are going food shopping. Well...you know how well I deal with that. Is it sad that i'm excited about going food shopping for the new house for the first time?