And now, a month later - I have a bed.

Constructed by my own fair hands, with help from my glamorous assistant - one month after "moving in" to new flat, I spent my first night on a real bed.

It wasn't good.

For some reason I really did not sleep well. The bed was comfortable, the carpet is luxurious, but my mind was full of... well, stuff. Mainly to do with Doctor Who, bizarrely.

The downside of living in our luxurious new apartment is the fact that it's not quite finished.

Oh, it's perfectly habitable if you like using boxes as furniture, if you like the fact that there are no curtains, and if you like the fact that the floor is not quite finished. It's got heating and hot water and lots of potential. And it's vaguely fit for human life.

The living room is empty, apart from the sofa and the television. It looks pretty good like that.

The main bedroom contains a lot of boxes. Some of these are builder's leftovers, some are furniture, some are architecture books and some are empty. The floor is varnished woodwork and needs cleaned.

The second bedroom is probably the most homely at the moment - it's the one I am sleeping in. On a matress. On the floor. The floor is varnished wood - and is probably the nicest floor in the flat at the moment.

The third bedroom is floored in underlay and contains boxes, boxes and boxes.

But now, within the next week or so, the carpets will arrive. The furniture can start to be assembled. Comfort can be created. Finally.

All I need to do first is move all the boxes.

So here I am, living in a tin can.

I'm spending this week in London, working from various offices and hotels spread around the city. My feet are aching, and verging on falling apart in places, my diplomacy skills have been tested to the extreme, and I miss Mr Twinky rather too much for my liking. It's too hot in my hotel room to sleep well, and the kids in the room opposite mine didn't shut up until nine last night but then woke up at six this morning. Thank goodness for the internet.

In particular, thank goodness for the fact that I've got it included on my phone. It means that I can find a bookshop if I want one, I can find something to read in my hotel, I can play games and quizzes and I can check my personal e-mail while I'm on the go.

It also means that I can call Mr Twinky if I need a chat (most days!) or, like today, I can take a photo of my new hair cut and e-mail it to him. It's not quite as good as getting the instant disapproval that I'll get when he sees it in the flesh, but it's the closest I'm going to get for now.

And the good thing about this trip to London is that I may have talked myself in to pole position for a business trip to Africa. It's quite sunny in Lagos this time of year.