It’s been so long since I wrote a post that I forgot how to start. Dear me.

Since the previous telegraphic message, our house boss (huisbaas in Dutch, way cooler than landlord) has allowed us access to the Interweb; but only after several hours of Bergmanesque sighing, silence and alternately staring at 300

Continue reading House-hunting a TARDIS

1. CSS my house
2. Rollin’, rollin’, rollin’
3. Moving house, by bike