Hannu's back at home.
We are a complete household. And today (like a previously unexpected but none the less pleasant bolt from the blue) she has a job interview. For a potentially good if rather intensive job.

This is very exciting, though we are both - not very successfully - trying to not get too excited. Just in case she doesn't get the post. She is as good, secretly far better of course, as any of the candidates and in my opinion definitely deserves the opportunity. It would be marvelous beyond words to have two real incomes for a while (12 month contract), to not have to worry about end of month overdraft limit scraping and to be able to get on with sorting out the above mentioned home.

One thing bothers me though.
Why am I writing in that stupid style that seems to have become synonymous with blogging? The stilted sentence, with the almost unexpected stop. With the same idea continued in a further possibly unnecessary sentence. It is a style that would probably annoy me as a reader, so I will try and avoid it at all cost. In future.

The interview is at 2:45, then dinner at D&J's.
What will be will be (no, I'm still not even convincing myself).