My muscles and I are not on speaking terms. No, one does not move out of a second floor apartment with a narrow stairwell, and move into a 5 storey apartment with a wide stariwell, but no elevator, and stay on friendly terms with ones calf or bicep muscles. A slight error on the lease agreement (they were off by one number, we didn't notice until Friday) means we don't have water or electricity connected yet, so we're still camping out in the old apartment, with only the essentials (internet access, chocolate and wine among them).
Still, I'm pleaseed to report that no-one collapsed in a pile of broken furniture with issues of blood pressure and heart failure (we had a little invaluable help from the family), the apartment is very lovely and we were pleasantly thrilled to discover that we actually have a clear view across to the sacre coeur. Which we take turns at looking at, just to make sure it's still there.
I've been 'tagged' for a musical quiz, and as soon as I have some thinking power I'll be posting up the answers! ;)