I HAVE GOT THE KEYS TO MY NEW FLAT.
Please excuse the capital letters but my terminal Eeyore nature made me think that at the last minute something would go horribly wrong. And it did not. I am the anti-Eeyore. I have keys. It's all mine.
Before going to meet the landord today I had a look round my neighbourhood. I had to try very hard not to cry. It's so bloody nice. And there's even a little Tunisian restaurant that does merguez and couscous, which will delight my daughter as much as it does me.