We’ve been moved for a month now and have finally recovered from the soul-sapping trauma of two trips to Ikea.
It took ages to get the internet hooked up. Gareth being a curmudgeon really relished the return to the dark ages, but after three weeks even he cracked and went over to his folks’ place to check his emails. His father hovered behind his shoulder, explaining how the world wide web contraption worked.
“If you need to find something, press House.”