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The beauty of a night in

A good, productive day today. Which is, of course, the best kind.

I made an offer on one of the villas I was agonizing about: a friend gave me some very good advice and made me realize that the boring option isn't all that boring after all, plus sketched out the many advantages of living close to school and my friends (one being that said friend lives a short staggering distance away, a persuasive argument since she hosts great parties). So now I just have to wait to see if the negotiations come off. Insh'allah, fingers crossed etc.

Next up - a chilled out evening to recuperate from a hectic week; my first night in this week, so it's a major treat. A big pot of Boeuf Bourguignon simmering away on the stove, a bottle of Beaujolais waiting to be poured into my glass, children in front of the TV and quiet for once, good music on the stereo... and Richard Ashcroft's acoustic set at Nasimi Beach to look forward to tomorrow night!

*happy sigh*

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Is that Mothers on the Verve then?

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