My first years are actually behaving themselves - which is really odd. They're in bed by 11 pm every night, and frankly I'm a little concerned. Part of me worries about them, and the other part says: enjoy it while it lasts.
On the down side, my flat is in a real state because I've had workmen in today, and all of my bedroom (except my bed) is currently residing on my sofa. Stupid me, I was under the impression that they would do the entire job today - oh no no no, that was just presumptive of me. God knows how long it's gonna take them, but they don't seem to have made a great effort today - my skirting boards in my (small) bedroom have been sanded down. That's it. At this rate, I'll have moved out before the place is finished.