... there was a girl. She met a boy. They lived apart until they got tired of commuting between two cities every weekend. The girl was offered a job in the big city. She upped and moved and happiness ensued. Well, for about 5 minutes, until the boy's job meant he was out of the big city all week... so now the girl lives on her own in an empty flat during the week and has a few too many spare evenings to fill.
At the weekends, the boy comes home and finds that the girl has moved everything around, changed the wall colours, bought furniture, baked a cake, knitted a scarf, drunk all the wine (okay, maybe not quite all the wine), bought more shoes.
So now the girl and the boy have made an offer on a flat of their own and the girl is giddy with ideas for making it feel like home. However, being a practical and level-headed sort, she is just about keeping her excitement in check whilst the lawyers and mortgage people make things happen.
In the meantime, this blog will become her virtual scrap book.