Moving in, seven weeks on
2014-04-11 | 9:22 a.m.
Since Rachel asked me yesterday, I feel compelled to say no, I have not abandoned Diaryland! I'm just an appalling diarist and my laptop's been broken. I've been using Ollie's computer but I don't exactly want this place lingering anywhere on there, and he has a horrendous Windows 8 touchscreen thing which nearly made me start wailing in frustration. I actually had to Google on my phone how to open Internet Explorer from the desktop (Windows button + R then type in "Iexplore" in case you didn't know. WHY HAS SOME SADISTIC BASTARD OVERCOMPLICATED THE FUCKING THING?).
Anyway, we've been in our flat now for...it must be seven weeks I think. And I love living with Ollie. Unfortunately our flat had a whole mouthful of teething problems when we moved in, which one can only assume the idiotic previous tenants simply put up with. Seriously, when boiler fixing men come round your flat five days on the trot as your boiler keeps flashing some red "alarm" button and stops working til it's reset, who cannot fix it then send out an expert who announces the wrong electrical component was fitted when the boiler was installed 18 months ago, it does make you wonder why no one mentioned the problem a tiny bit earlier. Despite that, I still think the leaking toilet was my least favourite of all the issues. I ended up with nightmares about catching cholera.
Bloody hell, how moany am I? I honestly do really adore the place. Here's a piccy of the living room I took a few moments ago:
And I love that all the furniture is ours, even though that is the biggest sum of money I have ever spent in one go and that I hated the sofabed (left) when it first arrived from Ikea and wanted to stick it on eBay immediately. It felt like it was nearly twice as tall as the other sofa! But we took one of the cushions out of the seat and I don't mind it now and oh my God I'm waffling on about furniture. Maybe this is the real reason I haven't written in an age.
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