X

no, not the love and kisses kind of XXX - you know I send you those with every word that I write here (yes, even to the silent people lurking at the back). . .

not even an
X Marks The Spot X

(I do have a great Banksy image of one somewhere, but I can't find it right now)

the eXCHange kind. . . it occurred by the end of the month, as the sellers requested, so in mid-May I will own my own house*! (the first time I've owned a property in my own name since 1990) for those of you familiar with the English/Welsh legal system, you know what an effort it is; for those of you not, I won't bore you with the details (so you can breathe a sigh of relief)

if I was allowed bubbly in combination with my current medication, I'd be cracking open a huge bottle of Laurent-Perrier Rose (can't do the accented e either, shot) right now
.

but as it is, I'm not (but there is a Hubbly X instead!)

so I'll settle for a cup of tea instead (Twinings Afternoon if you want to know the minutiae of my life) (which I'm sure you don't) (or maybe you do, since you're reading this) (in which case, it's with a splash of milk and three sugars please)

*should have written "home" really, shouldn't I?

hope your Friday went as well
as could be expected

.now, where
did I put those Crunchies?