Last Monday was the big day.
No, the house wasn’t ready yet. Not by a long shot, but the living room and two of the bedrooms were ready enough. So the movers came and my furniture plus a staggering amount of moving boxes (around forty!) were moved into my new home.
I slept in my new place, but only once, since I haven’t been able to connect my new hob to the gas pipe yet and will need to get a gas fitter over to get that job done for me.
No hob means no tea and if you know me, you know that’s a real problem. I need my morning tea. And my afternoon tea.
And my late night tea.
On a brighter note, we managed to get my phone and internet working. I think.
And I brought a little bit of London into my living room.
Because a bad day in London is still better than a good day anywhere else, or so they say. I think there’s a lot of truth to that statement. I’d go back to London in a pinch if I could, but since I can’t, I’ll enjoy the view from my couch.