There you go its official... I own a house. I don't know what's more scarier the fact that I own a house, I can be trusted with the responsibility which comes with a house, the fact that I am a house owner, or the realisation that I am an adult. I think the last point may be the scariest. Obviously I have my priorities in the right order, balls to ordering furniture, I need to figure out what I'm wearing on Friday night. 

You can have a house tour in the new year once tilegate as its known is sorted out and I'll share with you the negative sides of buying a house - don't want to say anything yet until the house is sorted with all the things which is wrong with it. However I'm not amused that the patio door has a lovely scratch on it which has happened between last Thursday and Yesterday.