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Life of Lu 14/11 2011

Hello hello!
How long has it been since I've done my life of Lu?
Too long! That's how long!
But never fear! It means I've loads of news!

The main news is that at 12pm today
I will be getting keys to our flat!
Whoop!
It is a lovely little one bedroomed flat.
And I can't wait to get stuck in and put my our stamp on it!
Would you like a sneak peak?



Isn't it pretty!
And a wonderful blank canvas!
There is also one bedroom but there was no picture of that on the letting agency's website!

We spent the weekend with James' family.
Due to the ridiculous amount of overtime James is doing over the next few weeks he doesn't know when he's going to get back down there for a weekend next.
It was an interesting weekend.
We were staying in the retirement complex in which his parents are living where we were introduced as man and wife... that was a shock! 
I was also given advice about how I should care for James
which was insightful... ahem....
What was really a shock was on Saturday night after we had arrived back from a night with James' siblings we went to the local garage to get a drink of fizz before bed.
We could hear sirens as we walked down the hill back to complex.
When we got there we were greeted with two fire trucks, a car park full of sleepy residents and many more introductions as hubby and wife. So much for sneaking in discretely!
All and all it was a pleasant (if not so subtle) weekend.

Non-Scotland related.
I saw this on Facebook today.
So I clicked and had a listen.
And I loved it!
What do you think?


Last night we watched a film with a friend of ours Steve.
I had seen trailers for it before but didn't really pay much attention.
I was wrong.
I should have paid attention.
The film was super.

Watch it.

To finish, I heard of something on Saturday which sounded minging.
It is a pizza crunch.
So I went googling.
Or is it google-ing?
I never know.
Anyway.
Pizza Crunch.
For those of you who are alien to this erm... experience
the pizza crunch is a deep-friend battered pizza
Honestly it exists.
Look.

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