  In preparation for welcoming a new flattie, I've been diligently cleaning every spot and speck within the household for the past few nights.
Somehow the still of the night motivates me to do housework. Managed to clear out most of my junk in the " Wardrobe Unit " and now the main wing of the flat looks like a busy domestic cargo terminal. Or rather, Hurricane Andrew had just paid me a visit. Argh, I'm such a hoarder. Heh. It's a reasonable space. So I think. Heh. It's Gracie's best bet after a few unsuccessful searches for a room. At least it will give her options to decide what she wants to do with her ' new ' life after Giles.
I will miss my lovely bathroom though, but no sweat. It's the least I could do for a friend. By the way, the gabster is not too pleased with her 'penthouse suites' above the wardrobe becoming NO ACCESS. Scratch. urlLink There's a phat cat on my bag... 
