Seriously, we couldn’t have picked a worse day to move to the apartment, at least in terms of the weather. The delivery guys must have brought the English rain with all our boxes.

We slept back at the hotel last night as we don’t have anything to actually sleep on. Rob came across here for 8am this morning for the Comcast man to set up our cable, while I packed up all our stuff from the Marriott. I don’t know what we’ll eat for breakfast from now on. I’d got used to the oatmeal and the English muffins and the trays full of scrambled egg.

Robin spent an age on the phone to the cable company to set up the internet. “Your call is important to us. Current wait time is 10 minutes”. I tell you what is cool, though. When someone buzzes the intercom for you in our building, it makes your mobile phone ring. That might be completely normal to some people but that feels like magic to me.

We then went to pick up our new car. I’m really pleased with it. Thursday was such a hassle getting an insurance quote that was less than $3000, but the people Chris recommended sorted me out and I got to drive the car away today. Sirius radio means we can listen to All 80s music, Radio 1, BBC World Service and more or less every subgenre of music you can think of. Except it seems early 70s singer songwriters — to my chagrin and Robin’s relief.

We were going to drive over to Ikea and Crate & Barrel to get furniture and that but it’s just too bloody wet. The roads are flooded. We made it as far as an Italian round the corner called Za. Somehow pizza and a good bottle of red wine won out. The place has been open a week and they were really friendly. I think we’ll go back.

Anyway, it’s been raining since about 6pm last night. The rain is hammering against the skylights. The traffic lights hanging over the street were swinging horizontal it was so windy when we went to pick up the car. But no matter. We’re in, it’s warm. We’ve made a nest out of floor cushions and Apple products. Next up: Guitar Hero.