What to do when you're flat is covered in dust sheets

No sensible person would be staying at their office on a lovely, unseasonably nice April evening, but since my flat has turned into a storage centre and decorator's paradise, sitting here resurrecting my blog is more appealing. So here it is. Why I am not quite sure. My boss is sitting not four feet away discussing the mayhem of the business. Meanwhile I am thinking of things that have given me pleasure, little pointless things, over the last couple of days.

1. The rather fantastic pair of cowboy boots a woman was wearing on the Tube last night, with large, maroon embroidered butterflies across the shins, decorated with cream and pink insets on the wings and a pink body. Normally I'd think such things utterly tasteless, but they somehow worked. Wearing butterflies on your feet.

2. The name of the Archbishop of Paris, which is Monsignor Andre Vingt-Trois. Cue much pointless toing and froing with my best friend about the unfortunate demise of the Vingt-Quatres and unholy triumph of the Soixante-Neufs. We also tried it in German and came to the conclusion that you needed to up the ante in both length and pedigree - so the Graf von und zu Sechs-und-Dreissig.

Of course the problem with games like this is that they are basically showing off, over-intellectual masturbation really, just because we can. But it's fun - playing with words and language. I now want to know how the Archbish got his name - at what point in history and why did a family end up with a number for a surname. Which begs the question - haven't I got anything better to do with my time than think about nonsense like this? But this is the nonsense that makes sense of all the rest.

3. Scrambled egg with chives for a late dinner last night. What a nice flavour.

All entirely trivial. But as putting off going home goes, pretty useful. Now back to see if the shelves are now as I want them, and trying not to get irate at the excess of space that was left on the first set. I'll get the hang of this at some point.