And then there were none.

And Then There Were None.

Well, so far no one has been murdered under suspicious circumstances, but there will have to be a gathering of some sort in a drawing room after this is over for some sort of beverage-type recovery. But that really is quite an excellent film.

In approx. 8 minutes (or so), the last Hobbit will be departing, with the assistance of The Mad Greek and The Wirish One and their respective vehicular transport. This should be quite a lot of fun attempting to transport boxes of kitchen supplies and copious amounts of yarn in various and sundry tote bags across Crwys Road during rush hour. To add to the feeling of home-like comfort, it seems that the humidity has raised its ugly head today, causing this Hobbit(ess) to sweat in a rather unladylike manner on her ride to the post office, two libraries and the letting agents to collect the new keys (from our Moron who always ends up being the free agent available to help us).

Bye, bye, Hobbit room!
(this is the latest arrangement. it is much emptier at the moment.)