Yesterday was the first day we missed, so sorry for all of the readers - well, for the one anyway who shall go unmentioned but who’s name starts with B and ends with rooke - who look forward to it every day.

My excuse: I’ve been preparing for an interview

Let me tell ya about the bugs. Last Saturday, Andy and I were sitting around, reading, and I noticed a small bug on the ground nearby. Black, about the size of a grain of rice, and rawther slow-moving. Then I noticed that the little fella had company. Lots of company. The carpet in our living room is not crawling with them, per se, but it is definitely providing a home for them. Here’s how my day goes: Get up, vacuum (excuse me - hoover) the bugs up, do some work stuff, hoover the bugs up, have lunch, hoover the bugs, do some more work stuff, hoover the bugs, have dinner, hoover the bugs, read a bit, maybe take a bawth, hoover the bugs up, go to bed. Each time I hoover, there are between 6 and about 35 bugs. The crazy part is that they don’t COME from anywhere. They just appear. This led me to believe that perhaps said bugs were hatching in the carpet itself, but again, wouldn’t that mean that hundreds of them would suddenly appear?

WELL, I called the landlord-types, and they came over yesterday. First thing they did was go down and look in the basement, which kinda makes me wonder how many times this has happened in the past. Turns out, the bugs are crawling through the floor-boards and THEN through the carpet, which in my mind means that there are WAY MORE bugs where these ones came from, and they’re under my floor. Bad.

Thankfully, the British government is a bit more all-encompassing than the US government, and the Pest Control folks (who may be a bit slower to arrive but are FREE so who cares) will hopefully be making their way over here within the next few days to take care of the problem. Thank goodness. The bugs make me shiver a little. yuck-o.