Day One Hundred and Ninety Two

If Emily wasn't minutes away from getting on a flight to London, our new apartment would be a Bacchanalian scene of party streamers, silly hats, frothy fruit cocktails, the occasional left-over Christmas cracker going 'crack!' and Charlie Rose really blaring it out in the background - much joy - all caused by not only choosing but actually buying an entry door for the art gallery.

Here it is.

Hurrah! I'm going to let off a party streamer on my own, put on a silly hat and cook dinner.

And because it's Tuesday and the weekend is far away, here's the view from the new apartment.