Morning has broken, like the first morning.
Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird.
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning,
Praise for them springing fresh from the Word.
( lyrics morning has broken )
Good morning, all! First morning spent in our new home. It worked. Perfectly, except for Felicity running around all night meowing and exploring her new world. She's been remarkably vocal for the last two days. Normally she's very quiet except when she wants food, and then just meowing at us. Maybe she's just singing? After all, she's home too. She was born in Chiang Mai!
Today's the day to visit the local Dollar Stores (or perhaps Baht Store) to pick up all those little things that one needs day to day... mops, brooms, dish drainer, dish towels, kitchen paper and holder...Hmmmm... that reminds me... aluminiumiumium foil, cling wrap... Maybe I'd better make a list.
With the windows open and the front door open too, there is a delightful cross breeze blowing through the house. Nice...
And nice too is sitting here with a big mug of Twinings "English Breakfast" tea. The first morning tea in a new home. I went out last night and bought a temporary mug (a beer stein actually) to hold me over until the household boxes arrive. It's almost big enough to replace my regular mug, but it's right handed...
Stitchawl