Seeing as I'm awake anyway...

The End Of The World was quickly identified as the shampoo falling over in the shower, but at 3:30am the startled brain makes mistakes.  The adrenaline rush seems to have put paid to my night's sleep, so here I am instead trying to sum up five weeks in the new house, hereafter referred to simply as 'the house'. 
We have done either very little or a great deal, depending on who you ask. The walls and carpets remain dated, but new shelves are up, and pictures hung.  We are insinuating our presence rather than attempting a 'makeover'.  Heaven forbid.
The garden is receiving by far the most attention.  We have taken out huge quantities of brambles, and pruned bushes to discover lost paths and sunlight.  Pots filled with only soil and snails have been emptied, cleaned, stacked and in some cases already re-used.  The greenhouse has been swept and tidied, ready to accept the tomatoes, aubergines and peppers currently decorating several windowsills, and potatoes have been buried with great ceremony.  Small white labels are currently the only clues to the locations of potential carrots, peas and radishes.  A frankly ridiculous number of lamb's lettuce seeds have already germinated.  That's not all, but you begin to get the picture.
Ten years with only a shared asphalt yard and the ruins of an outside loo fostered more horticultural frustration than we realised, and of course there's now plenty of room for the kids to play.  We have so many plans for the garden I'm sure it will be impossible to do half of them, but we'll enjoy ourselves anyway, and I'll even attempt to blog about the bits I deem interesting.
I can hear rain.  In a couple of hours I'm going to have to go out in that and plant more potatoes.  And that's ok with me.