7777 almost WOWIEZOWIE

yesterday i had a look and it said 7776... so i excitedly went to see who it could be and by the time i got to where it tells me it said 7777!

wowy zowy

(more on that phrase later)

but it seems that since i was clever and sorted out our little network in this flat the counter had been counting me...

so my 7777th visitor was in fact... MYSELF...

how dull, so i'm going back and counting how many me's it's seen and the 7777th person will look like the 7777+however many me's person...

but being as it was me i will give you a little info on our little residence right now:

i have unpacked the vinyl...

we have a sofa, in fact those 2 statements should be reversed because having a sofa is a huge thing for us, and unpacking the vinyl, whilst big, isn't that big,

also balthazara loves the sofa, she lies on the back bit, on the arms, curls on her favourite cushion on a seat of it...

it's near to our dining table (at the moment) and whilst we were eating last night she leapt up to sit upright on one of the arms and she was right there at our level, while we ate...

but the vinyl, 3 things:

it was in several boxes, and now my room has a little more space free... which is wierd and great... immensely boxy as it has been in here,

listening to old music is such a joy - i put on seal's 1st album yesterday while unpacking the vinyl and it brings all kinds of warm/dusty emotions to the fore...

wowie zowie... which is one particular album i found in amongst my vinyl that i've never listened to, it's full title is:

THE WORLD OF PROGRESSIVE MUSIC - 42 MINUTES 32 SECONDS OF WOWIE ZOWIE

i'm going to listen to it at some point in the next few days i'll tell you that for nothing x