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hathycolNew update page on LJ?! ARGH MORE CHANGE CAN'T COPE. *hides in corner*
So, basically, I've moved to London. HI EVERYONE. To be precise, I moved in on Tuesday. Wept my eyes out leaving the north, which proves that basically Stockholm Syndrome is real. I was by myself, though, which is probably for the best. Still, pulled myself together and headed down south, where my satnav decided to pull a bum steer on me. I have driven to this exact location before, and went an eminently sensible way involving the M25 and a very short bit of actual London. This time, for no reason whatsoever, she decided the North Circular was the route for me, making me late and also driving through some quite interesting bits of north London. THANKS, CYNTHIA.
Anyway, when I got here our landlord was also here, took me through the bits of the flat I needed to know, and explained he was hanging around for the new oven to turn up. Fine, I said, and started to trundle my stuff from the car (i.e. the stuff we didn't trust the removal people not to break) up the stairs when the aforementioned new oven turned up. I then had to perform first aid on the landlord who gashed his hand open when he was installing. As I instructed him to put pressure on the wound and wrapped it up carefully (yes, I have a first aid kit in the car) I also cheerfully told him that I was the best tenant he would ever have. EVER.
When he left, I unpacked the few bits I had and sat in a cold flat waiting for the removal van. Two hours later they actually turned up and lugged everything up the stairs. I was ravenous by this point, but realised that logically I had to do a wee bit of unpacking before searching out the Tesco I'd heard about it. Still, got emergency food, came back, ate pizza, and then started unpacking. This was pretty much the pattern of the next three days; we have a loft here, but I couldn't work out how to get into it (there's a ladder, but basically I'm short and couldn't work the mechanism) so came to a bit of a dead end, eventually using the living room to store empty boxes. I got the kitchen, bathroom and bedroom looking like a pristine thing of beauty, so that was good, I suppose?
For the rest of the time, it's been trying to find my feet. I've explored Walthamstow market, and I know where the stuff is. It's a pretty busy area, or at least it is when the market is on. I am so provincial, though. I have no idea what half of the vegetables are, even when they're labelled, and I've never heard of a lot of the fish. What's good, though, is that there's all the amenities I might need - my bank is here, as well asa post office, pharmacies, and my own weight in supermarkets and grocers and butchers. I've done a test run to the my work at rush hour, which is basically one line of loveliness - my nearest station is Blackhorse Road, which is the second one on the Victoria line, so I get a seat. Then I change at Victoria and it all becomes chaos, but the trains are frequent, at least?
Um, what else. After my test run to work, I had a little wander in the freezing morning, sat St Pauls in glorious sunshine, and went and did my Christmas shopping which at least is something ticked off the list. Mostly I read a lot of fanfiction (thanks,justice_turtle and moralrelativist!) curled up in bed, and watched Supersizers a lot.
Richie arrived on Friday, which was brilliant - we got giggly on champagne sat in the kitchen, which is always a good thing. Yesterday we finally got into the loft, got stuff cleared out, got Virgin set up (I have Tivo! And, you know, INTERNET!) and went to Ikea. We're waiting on Ikea delivering our sofa and new wardrobe, but pretty much everything else is sorted out.
Now I am off to get all my shit ready for my first day at work tomorrow. EEEEEEEP. It's exciting, and a little scary, but I'm taking comfort in my fab new work wardrobe and that at least on my first day it's just induction stuff. Plus I can come home to my lovely new flat. It's smaller and colder than our old flat but it's really lovely, and it's just a pleasure to have a kitchen with more than four cupboards!
One last note, though: I WAS TOLD THAT IT WAS WARMER IN LONDON THAT UP NORTH. You want to explain why, when I watched the weather last night, I saw blue freezing temperatures over London and stuff above freezing in Ormskirk?!
So, basically, I've moved to London. HI EVERYONE. To be precise, I moved in on Tuesday. Wept my eyes out leaving the north, which proves that basically Stockholm Syndrome is real. I was by myself, though, which is probably for the best. Still, pulled myself together and headed down south, where my satnav decided to pull a bum steer on me. I have driven to this exact location before, and went an eminently sensible way involving the M25 and a very short bit of actual London. This time, for no reason whatsoever, she decided the North Circular was the route for me, making me late and also driving through some quite interesting bits of north London. THANKS, CYNTHIA.
Anyway, when I got here our landlord was also here, took me through the bits of the flat I needed to know, and explained he was hanging around for the new oven to turn up. Fine, I said, and started to trundle my stuff from the car (i.e. the stuff we didn't trust the removal people not to break) up the stairs when the aforementioned new oven turned up. I then had to perform first aid on the landlord who gashed his hand open when he was installing. As I instructed him to put pressure on the wound and wrapped it up carefully (yes, I have a first aid kit in the car) I also cheerfully told him that I was the best tenant he would ever have. EVER.
When he left, I unpacked the few bits I had and sat in a cold flat waiting for the removal van. Two hours later they actually turned up and lugged everything up the stairs. I was ravenous by this point, but realised that logically I had to do a wee bit of unpacking before searching out the Tesco I'd heard about it. Still, got emergency food, came back, ate pizza, and then started unpacking. This was pretty much the pattern of the next three days; we have a loft here, but I couldn't work out how to get into it (there's a ladder, but basically I'm short and couldn't work the mechanism) so came to a bit of a dead end, eventually using the living room to store empty boxes. I got the kitchen, bathroom and bedroom looking like a pristine thing of beauty, so that was good, I suppose?
For the rest of the time, it's been trying to find my feet. I've explored Walthamstow market, and I know where the stuff is. It's a pretty busy area, or at least it is when the market is on. I am so provincial, though. I have no idea what half of the vegetables are, even when they're labelled, and I've never heard of a lot of the fish. What's good, though, is that there's all the amenities I might need - my bank is here, as well asa post office, pharmacies, and my own weight in supermarkets and grocers and butchers. I've done a test run to the my work at rush hour, which is basically one line of loveliness - my nearest station is Blackhorse Road, which is the second one on the Victoria line, so I get a seat. Then I change at Victoria and it all becomes chaos, but the trains are frequent, at least?
Um, what else. After my test run to work, I had a little wander in the freezing morning, sat St Pauls in glorious sunshine, and went and did my Christmas shopping which at least is something ticked off the list. Mostly I read a lot of fanfiction (thanks,
justice_turtle and moralrelativist!) curled up in bed, and watched Supersizers a lot.Richie arrived on Friday, which was brilliant - we got giggly on champagne sat in the kitchen, which is always a good thing. Yesterday we finally got into the loft, got stuff cleared out, got Virgin set up (I have Tivo! And, you know, INTERNET!) and went to Ikea. We're waiting on Ikea delivering our sofa and new wardrobe, but pretty much everything else is sorted out.
Now I am off to get all my shit ready for my first day at work tomorrow. EEEEEEEP. It's exciting, and a little scary, but I'm taking comfort in my fab new work wardrobe and that at least on my first day it's just induction stuff. Plus I can come home to my lovely new flat. It's smaller and colder than our old flat but it's really lovely, and it's just a pleasure to have a kitchen with more than four cupboards!
One last note, though: I WAS TOLD THAT IT WAS WARMER IN LONDON THAT UP NORTH. You want to explain why, when I watched the weather last night, I saw blue freezing temperatures over London and stuff above freezing in Ormskirk?!
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