Found out that the Ford Fiesta I got as a replacement car sucks somewhat. Usually when I hit the accelerator pedal at 120 (kms, not miles) an hour, my little car accellerates. Not my new Ford. Have to adjust my overtaking-technique to avoid getting killed.

Looked at furniture at night. I fear I may be growing up, I haven't seen a bar on the inside for weeks, I'm looking at furniture on my Friday nights and I spend my weekends home-decorating. Eeek!

Oh! And suddenly I do remember what happened on Wednesday. Dad broke down the kitchen wall and the little hall between my livingroom and the big hall. And ever since I've been telling people that they're more than welcome to take a look at "my hole"