January seems to be flying past at a rate of knots, thankfully. I write this blog on what according to researchers is the most depressing day of the year (so they actually pay someone to research this stuff?). If you live in the south east today you probably would agree its pretty glum. Wet is not the word and too add to the gloomy weather further signal problems this morning resulting in mayhem for all of us fair travellers attempting to follow the bear to Paddington at silly o clock. I am not even going to mention the Farrah Fawcett unintentional hair today. I shall make no further comment on the most depressing day of the year because that just gives those so called researchers even more substance doesn’t it? Instead I shall provide an update on my positive progress over the past few days...
1. The big move. Well over the weekend i saw no less than 5 flats in the big smoke – impressive eh? This is way more organised than I would normally be and because of a medical emergency (well ish and I will come to that shortly) resulted in me being up at 7am on a Saturday. I repeat, a Saturday. That demonstrates real commitment I can tell you – my eyes don’t normally open before 9am at the weekend.
So on to the viewings. It’s a funny experience looking around someone elses house isn’t it? I kind of think most people love having a nose in someone elses pad though. I know my friends are always keen viewing companions. I think they just want to do nthe whole cribs thing and check out the fridge – got help the viewers who open the door to mine. In fairness flat number 1 was immaculate. In fact so immaculate i was actually afraid to touch anything, and I have to look inside the wardrobes to see if all my shoes will fit. It was lovely if a tad shoe boxy. So im thinking a good start. I walk outside and a look up at the flat just in time to get a great view of the under carriage of a 747. Hmmmm less appealing. Property 2 was more secure than Holloway which quite frankly makes me question why it was necessary to have 3 locks on front door and 3 locks on inside door to flat – yes thats 6 locks before you even get to the foot of the stairs. God knows that would be a challenge enough for me when sober lets along after a Voddy or two. The estate agent, who looked just like Roy Walker (yes I kept wanting to say ‘say what you see’) was getting very flustered. I was probably not helping this by laughing. A lot. Finally got in and well my wardrobe was bigger than the kitchen. Seriously there was no space for even a washing machine (you could tell a boy lived there too and he clearly did not wash his clothes...).Property 3 and 4 were in the same block, good size not fab position but potential, although the first one had been cooking and i swear i could smell there dinner for the whole day until i had a bath that night which was slightly off putting as i did not like the smell of their munchies (i detected a whiff of anchovies...ewww). Property 5 I was shown around by the owner of 30 years who painstakingly told me every last detail about when it was built what had been painted and that that was dishwasher (i didn’t want to ruin him by telling him i had seen one of those before). He also wanted to know my life history. As a result of the guided tour with handy information about hills and rivers (yes really) i was late getting back to carpark and had to talk my way out of a £50 fine. 50 bloody quid. I did of course manage to get out of it but still!
So in short a productive day but have i found my new home yet? No. When i find it i will know and i’ll be sure to tell you all.
2. On a positive note all that House hunting did however distract me from shopping and so I did very little of that this weekend unless you count cat food and a quick erm swing by next for some new mugs and tights (yes tights but they are necessities!). I got some really cool beige ones which go with a jumper i have so perfectly finish one outfit (really they do). I even used an itunes voucher to download some new tunes – get me – woo hoo! I did accidently download one song as a ringtone but still at least i didn’t pay for it directly, right?
3. The body. Hmmm well i confess i did consume a glass of wine and a chicken korma this week but i was forced by a particularly bad day at work coupled with hellish journey and well i can’t provide any further justification because i have none. That’s all though, otherwise i was good, Porridge every day, i swear to god i am becoming a real life goldilocks, no bears yet though...except Paddington but we all know he eats marmalade sandwiches.
On the exercise side I have been less good but I have been ill. Well sort of. Bizarrest thing happened this week to my finger. Index finger on my left had just started to swell and be really painful midweek. I left it because quite frankly i thought it just whacked it or something (not uncommon when you are a tad clumsy) but also because what the hell do you say if you go to the doc’s, erm i have a swollen finger? Anyhow it did not get better, it got worse, to the extent where it woke me up in the night on Friday throbbing with pain (honestly i am not exaggerating!). Now because my wonderful surgery only opens hours for those people who in reality don’t have proper jobs i had to mix it up with the Reading massive at the local ’walk in centre’ on Saturday morning. Because of the viewings schedule i knew i had to make sure i wasn’t there all morning (once when i lived in Manchester i had to sit in the docs for 2.5 hours when i had a throat infection only to be told that it was one of the worst he had ever seen and i should be in bed, if i had a voice i would have explained i would be had i not had to sit in germ ridden waiting room for 150 mins....). So as i was scarred by such experiences i got there when it opened, at 8am. In actual fact i was pleasantly surprised. To give them credit i didn’t have to wait long at all. I did feel a complete tool when i talked to the doc but she was very nice told me i had a nail infection (although questioned if my nails were my own – ladies will understand that I was made up by this remark ;)), gave me some antibiotics and offered me a sling for my finger (yes people a sling). I declined the sling on the grounds i felt seriously uncool (yes i know i should not be worrying about cool when i’m in a docs surgery with a swollen finger) but took the drugs and still was out in time to be waiting outside Pets at Home for it to open at 9am. Get me – queuing for a pet shop to open. Rock n roll your thirties i tell you..
4. Fun fun fun. Well to be honest i haven’t been out so much really because of the whole drink curtailment and the fact that I am hanging round pet shops at 9am.... I went for a couple after work on Friday and had diet coke. My colleagues were in shock. One said to me, if you are drinking coke you can buy your own (this is the encouragement i get people so is it any wonder i drink!!). I was feeling ill though due to fingerage issues so will see how I fair once that’s all back to a normal erm size. Bloody fat fingers. I mean i am hardly going to meet a nice man with a double sized finger in tow am i...?
On that note i shall say adios amigo’s until next time. ..that you so called ‘researchers’ of doom and gloom ;)
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