Minus femhundra vuxenpoäng eller så

After various twists and turns I am now installed once again at my parents'. Most of the weekend and yesterday was spent carrying or cleaning. As the only injuries sustained were a bruised left toe (couch, and bed) and sore head (trailer-roof) and they were both mine, I count it as a success - the move as a hazardous and ardous process, that is, perhaps not the move to no-longer-independent-adult as such.

So far the main obstacle is the one and only TV, and the fact that me and mum LOVE the Olympics and dad is, well. Not quite so enthusiastic? Also the 19.30-20.00 spot is holy due to cooking show (the one where four people make dinners in their home and compete which, I admit, can be quite entertaining). During other hours they have, however, been quite accomodating. Mum definitely wears the pants - which in this particular instance works in my favour.