aie!

My muscles and I are not on speaking terms. No, one does not move out of a second floor apartment with a narrow stairwell, and move into a 5 story apartment with no elevator, and stay on friendly terms with ones calf or bicep muscles. A slipped digit on the lease agreement means we don’t have water or electricity connected yet, so we’re still camping out in the old apartment, with only the essentials (internet access, chocolate and wine among them).

Still, I’m pleased to report that no-one collapsed in a pile of broken furniture in a tangle of blood pressure and heart failure, the apartment is very lovely and we were pleasantly thrilled to discover that we actually have a clear view across to the Sacre Coeur. Which we take turns at looking at, just to make sure it’s still there.