The acquisition of material goods

Little by little, my existence in Bath is becoming a little less Spartan. I now have a can opener, I today bought a bottle opener – for the lovely, lovely bottles of real ale purchased at the weekend, before realising, bottle held forlornly in hand, that I didn't have an opener – and in about a week's time I should have a toastie maker. Yum. This is all just as well as my wife today realised that there is technically a four-day window between the release of the new Harry Potter book and The Big Move, and so it's entirely possible that come the day I expect to have all my stuff here with me, I will instead have nothing except the knowledge that Mrs Receding Hairline knows who dies. (My god, there's a hell of a lot about Harry Potter on Wikipedia...)
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