I lied

It's not next week that you get photos, but today! Sarah graciously loaned me her camera and, as such, I have trekked about the immediate area and acquired photos for you all to see!

First, I got me a sweater; it is swank, warm and matches the gloves Emily knit me. I approve wholeheartedly.

Your humble narrator, plus his swank sweater.  Gods above, I look fancy.

Next, my housemates! First, Sarah:

She didn't want her photo taken. I told her I wouldn't. I clearly lied. She now knows better than to trust me.

Next, Hana:

Don't let the studious-looking environs fool you. She's reading cracked.com

Now, the Tour of the temporary* Jimhallr!

First, the Couch and Table where everyone meets, hangs out, and I study:

Another angle of the Couch and Table:

Next, my Room from the doorway:

This is where I sleep. It's actually much more comfortable than it looks.

The Kitchen! Wherein magic is performed and tasty food (like the sexpot**) is created!

The back of our apartment!

Finally, the view down Snorrabraut, the intersection about 6 metres away from our front door.

And that's that for now, ladies and gents. There'll be pics post-Þingvellir and Reykholt trip!

*Temporary in that I'm only staying here until I finish my MA

**Not what you think. It's basically a hotpot which Hana and I made using the same philosophy behind good sex: If it feels good, do it. This one included tofu, potatoes, carrots, garlic, rice, pasta, lentils, tomatoes, frozen mixed veggies, spices and HP sauce. It's delicious.