I just went to the post office, where I had the thrilling experience of buying about 20 ten-and-five-and-two cent stamps, because the book of (hideous) Christmas stamps I bought over a month ago and didn't open until now only includes 48c stamps, which are just enough for postage to this country. So, yes, I had to go down and get 17c worth of extra stampage for each North American card. Which meant three extra stamps for each card. And so now my tongue tastes of stamp glue. Mmmmmmm! Bet you can't wait for your cards now, people!
Luckily, I am going out for dinner this evening with P's family to celebrate his brother being awarded his Master's, so hopefully nice posh food will get rid of the hideous glue taste which JUST WON'T GO AWAY.
In other news, I am still in love with our lovely newly painted room. I know the novelty will wear off soon, but it hasn't worn off yet. I keep just lying back on the wonderful fancy mattress and gazing at the framed pictures propped against the wall and putting up my favourite old fancy postcards around my desk and feeling very content.