iPod therefore I am

We finally exchanged contracts on the houses a week last Friday. I can't express how much of a relief it was. We got screwed by both ends of the chain at the last moment, tarnishing the whole process, but Vic and I are both settling into the idea that we're moving.
Things have been hectic. Although we're not moving until the 7th of April, we've been busy booking removal firms and spending time and money on new sofas, bedroom furniture and kitchen quotes. It's an expensive business moving house...

I'm currently burying my head in colour charts -- I can't wait to strip off all the hideous decor at our new place and start licking the walls with Apple Meadow, Chocolate Contessa and Almond White. Mmmmmm, right tasty.

Unfortunately, our buyer gazundered us at the last minute, meaning we don't have £3,500 to spend on things round the house and the odd treat or two.

One of those treats may well have been a mini iPod, as a handful of buddies have been singing the praises of the little babies. In order to assess the functionality and appeal of these new whizzy gadgets, I borrowed [work] Lynn's new iPod and got it up and running for her. Took a bit of tweaking and general head-scratching, but now it's churning out the crystal clear digital music, I'm loathed to hand it back.

Here's hoping she hates it and decides to give it to me.

I want one.


[note to readers: this should have been posted 2 weeks ago]