I reached home late tonight, after 11pm. The Indian dinner was very nice, not spicy at all.

Hat was waiting forlornly at the carpark, and appeared at the kitchen later, in a ghost-like manner. He polished off one can in record time, and left.

Spencer kept talking, maybe to tell me of the new bed. She was scared of the deliverymen, and she and Hat tried to hide underneath the old bed, which of course was no more. Later she hid on one of the shelf, behind the magazines, to spy at them. I think she will get used to the furniture eventually.