Apparently a house move is a very stressful event. I have to agree. I am only going next door and the whole thing seems to be weighing on my mind rather alarmingly.
Next door? Well, No.16 was being gutted and refurbished so I got first refusal on it a while back. Only renting still but a bit of a move up in the world from No.14 now it's all spangly and new. I'll still be able to deafen Jo at the back with my music (and vice versa) so no change at all really. IKEA here I come for furniture (is there anywhere else which sells house stuff?).
Only moving about 20 feet or so and yet I still I have to pack and box all my posessions to be carried round and dumped in the new place to be ritually unpacked again. I kind of thought that I didn't have that much, but think again monkey boy - looks like there's fucking tons of it. You can never have too many CDs. Ho hum. A busy week then.
The new place has a bike cellar. Hurrah. Just like the original Pudsey place we had there's a large cellar completely perfect for the storage and maintenance of bicycles. I'll also have a dishwasher AND tumble dryer which is dead posh, but neither of which will get that much use due to their extortionate running costs (he says).
In other news it seems to be the season for elderly parents (not mine I should add) to be in hospital with serious conditions. Some of these people deserve to get better more than others do, and we shall leave it at that.
Spring is sprunging with the daffs almost out in the parks, and I can just about get in and out of work now without the aid of lights. Can that be blamed on global warming? probably.
Monday, February 19, 2007
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