Flat
The title of this post is not a description of my chest. Well it could be, but it isn't, ok? It's about the lovely flat into which I will be moving at some point in the next month. I went househunting last Tuesday and looked at two places, one which had many things wrong with it and one which was lovely and no-one has ever lived there before which means I'll be the person to find all the things wrong with it. But it was lovely. So I rang the nice man and sent him money, and he said they'll not let it to anyone else, and tomorrow I have to speak to him again to find out the full address, and then I can start doing scary things like telling the water people and the leccy people and the phone people and the broadband people that I'm moving, and that they'd damn well better sort it out so I stop having all those things here and start having them in Great Dunmow instead. I also have to do scary things like arranging a van to move all my stuff, but as I won't be able to drive the van* I might make my dad book it for me. Somehow I don't think he'll pay for it as well though.
So having got the househunting out of the way, I've been trying to enjoy my holiday a bit. I went home to my dad's for a couple of days and enjoyed a bike ride, a barbecue where I ate so much meat my system rebelled for a while, a dinner party, and diwerse other entertainments. This weekend I was at Sam's, and we had a jolly nice time shopping in King's Lynn on Saturday. Next were having a sale, which meant that their rather pricey but very nice tops were well within my budget. And I got a very gorgeous pashmina in one of the cheap shops. On Saturday evening we went out with friends in Cambridge for a lovely meal, and because we got the train instead of driving we both boozed, which made a nice change. Sunday was a lazy day featuring goat cheese and tomato salad, and watching Sam do hostipal radio in the evening. This morning, I messed around on the piano for a bit before coming back to Peterborough to start getting on with packing and tidying again. Over the next few days, the plan is to start doing as much moving preparation stuff as possible, with chunks of downtime factored in so I don't go mental with overwork. If you notice me spending hours in any rubbish chatrooms though, feel free to prod me and tell me to do some tidying up!
*For some reason, van hire people don't like to hire out huge enormous vans to people who only passed their test last August. Weird, eh?
So having got the househunting out of the way, I've been trying to enjoy my holiday a bit. I went home to my dad's for a couple of days and enjoyed a bike ride, a barbecue where I ate so much meat my system rebelled for a while, a dinner party, and diwerse other entertainments. This weekend I was at Sam's, and we had a jolly nice time shopping in King's Lynn on Saturday. Next were having a sale, which meant that their rather pricey but very nice tops were well within my budget. And I got a very gorgeous pashmina in one of the cheap shops. On Saturday evening we went out with friends in Cambridge for a lovely meal, and because we got the train instead of driving we both boozed, which made a nice change. Sunday was a lazy day featuring goat cheese and tomato salad, and watching Sam do hostipal radio in the evening. This morning, I messed around on the piano for a bit before coming back to Peterborough to start getting on with packing and tidying again. Over the next few days, the plan is to start doing as much moving preparation stuff as possible, with chunks of downtime factored in so I don't go mental with overwork. If you notice me spending hours in any rubbish chatrooms though, feel free to prod me and tell me to do some tidying up!
*For some reason, van hire people don't like to hire out huge enormous vans to people who only passed their test last August. Weird, eh?
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