The new flat is starting to look slightly less like someone came along with a dumper truck and deposited a load of furniture and boxes randomly in each room. While waiting for the cable guy to come round, thankfully he was not like Jim Carrey, I managed to hang up all my clothes which had exploded all over the bedroom. The process of going through all your clothes is not only a moment of discovery (I forgot I had that t-shirt, etc.) but also one of great horror (what was I thinking when I bought that…).
I would like to talk briefly about coat hangers. Who the devil invented these things? They are appalling. You can’t pack or store them apart from on a rail, as soon as two touch each other they get tangled up, put several in a pile and you have no hope.
I don’t know how I manage it but whenever I move my computer desk a small bit of wood almost invariably snaps off. Luckily this appears to be the only major damage sustained to any item of furniture this time round. I also have the wood glue that I bought the last time this happened.
I am going to have to replace the comedy shower head that the bathroom features. It sprays water in all directions and is especially good at hitting people in the eyes. In the words of Greg who had the pleasure of using it on Saturday:
<Greg> standing up after turning it on. ARGHBLURGHSPLUTTER
<Norm> I know some girls that go ARGHBLURGHSPLUTTER too
The flat is now hooked up with cable TV, phone, and Internet. This is basically Telewest re-branded as Virgin Media. Home is very much where the Internet is. It was almost a pleasure to delete the 300 spam emails that had accumulated in my inbox over the weekend. I have yet to really have a good look at Cable TV yet, the quality of the picture as I watched BBC Breakfast this morning while eating a bowl of cornflakes looked acceptable and I had a quick play with the Virgin TV on demand service last night.
Tonight I start the long and boring process of cleaning the old flat. It was looking fairly clean when I left so fingers crossed it won’t be too bad. I bought some Mr Muscle oven cleaner from Tesco last night which should help.
Oh, and someone has given me a winter cold. Damn them! At least I think it is just a cold. It might be bird flu. I haven’t eaten any turkey since Christmas so I should be safe. I was in Tesco last night and spotted that they were selling Bernard Matthews on a two for one deal.
Tune in tomorrow for pictures of the view from my bedroom window!