You wouldn't believe it, but the inspection went off without a hitch. I am actually allowed to stay in The Complex. They came after work with clipboards and felt tip markers, and had a good look around the place, opening up cupboards and things. They inspected the walls and the wainscot, the doors, the hinges, pretty much everything. I said can I get you some tea? They said oh no thanks. Then I realized it was just as well, since I didn't actually have any.

They went through the bedroom, the outside, then came into the parcel room, and just kind of looked around at the six fans and a marimba. They didn't comment, so I guess they were okay with it. I'm sure some people have seven fans and a marimba. There were two of them, one of them had completed her checklist, and said I got the all-clear, the other one was in the kitchen area, and that was when I freaked out a bit. The agent by the door called out, and she joined her. She said to me, "Uh Miss Paige, your freezer..." "Yes?" "Not that it's a problem, but it has a shoe in it." "Yes?" "Oh, all right. Just thought I should let you know." With that, the agents departed, and I breathed a sigh of relief.

Tomorrow I'll go phone-shopping.

- Livi