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Home Sweet Home
Nov. 29th, 2010 06:01 pmSo the running:
BT are staffed by gibbons. I will have to try them again tomorrow, after I have topped up my call credit like whoa. (Hold time apparently eats one's pay as you go credits like nobody's business.) However, I do have internet access at home. No, I did not borrow someone's unsecured wirelessbecause everyone in the area that my wireless card can reach has secured their network. Instead, what I did was buy a pay as you go mobile broadband thing, which I can use for the duration and will probably come in handy when I have a laptop. So now I can come on line and tell y'all how the move is going.
The mover guys didn't turn up until about 7pm, owing to apparently horrific traffic in London. However, the two chaps were absolutely lovely and we had some fantastic conversation on the way to NEW FLAT. Steven, the guy driving, turned out to be a video game junkie and we ended up trading off Dragon Age quotes and that was fun. With Alex, who was navigating, it was discussing the congestion charges, the 2012 Olympics (and why I have The Fear after what the Olympics did to the Montreal economy), bendy buses, stretch Hummers and all manner of other stuff. Then I mentioned that I was heading off to the late-night Sainsbury's superstore if I had enough time to do so, and they offered to drop me off on the way to the Chinese meal that their boss was taking them out on as an apology for their own day from hell (the poor guys had been in their van since half-six that morning and had eaten nothing but a Snickers bar in all that time, with only a five-minute break for a cup of tea, poor sods). So that was nice of them.
I decided to focus on the basics of living and a ready-meal, figuring I could get the actual grocery shopping done the following day. So I got a duvet and appropriate bedding, a couple of towels (because one just doesn't cut it), a dinnerware set and cutlery, kettle, a truly huge coffee mug, some wooden spoons and the requisite edibles (microwave curry, coffee, sugar, yadda), then called a taxi and hauled it all home. I had washing up liquid too, but I think it fell out of the bag and is currently living under the front passenger seat of a south London cab. Aaaanyway, fact remains that I got all that, came home, moved furniture, made the bed, set up the computer, ate my nukacurry, then collapsed for a few hours.
The last two days have demonstrated to me just how far one can stretch one's 'new shit' budget if one has the patience to go trawling for bargains. I spent some time in Brixton, checking the everything-for-a-pound shops and the local branch of Argos, and now I have saucepans, frying pans, slotted spoon and spatula, tea towels, more mugs and some glasses, a set of computer speakers, a clothes-drying rack and all the other stuff one tends to need around the house. And the grocery shopping and the pay as you go wireless doohickey, obviously. I also found a bookshelf in front of the house two doors down, abandoned and unloved and okay, it's a bit rickety and leans a bit in a drunken sort of way, but I think it's endearing and it doesn't look set to fall apart (much), so win.
Long story short? I'm here, I'm unpacked and I am comfy. And I still have a couple of days off in which to properly settle. Woo! Comfiness! Maybe there'll be pictures at some point.
BT are staffed by gibbons. I will have to try them again tomorrow, after I have topped up my call credit like whoa. (Hold time apparently eats one's pay as you go credits like nobody's business.) However, I do have internet access at home. No, I did not borrow someone's unsecured wireless
The mover guys didn't turn up until about 7pm, owing to apparently horrific traffic in London. However, the two chaps were absolutely lovely and we had some fantastic conversation on the way to NEW FLAT. Steven, the guy driving, turned out to be a video game junkie and we ended up trading off Dragon Age quotes and that was fun. With Alex, who was navigating, it was discussing the congestion charges, the 2012 Olympics (and why I have The Fear after what the Olympics did to the Montreal economy), bendy buses, stretch Hummers and all manner of other stuff. Then I mentioned that I was heading off to the late-night Sainsbury's superstore if I had enough time to do so, and they offered to drop me off on the way to the Chinese meal that their boss was taking them out on as an apology for their own day from hell (the poor guys had been in their van since half-six that morning and had eaten nothing but a Snickers bar in all that time, with only a five-minute break for a cup of tea, poor sods). So that was nice of them.
I decided to focus on the basics of living and a ready-meal, figuring I could get the actual grocery shopping done the following day. So I got a duvet and appropriate bedding, a couple of towels (because one just doesn't cut it), a dinnerware set and cutlery, kettle, a truly huge coffee mug, some wooden spoons and the requisite edibles (microwave curry, coffee, sugar, yadda), then called a taxi and hauled it all home. I had washing up liquid too, but I think it fell out of the bag and is currently living under the front passenger seat of a south London cab. Aaaanyway, fact remains that I got all that, came home, moved furniture, made the bed, set up the computer, ate my nukacurry, then collapsed for a few hours.
The last two days have demonstrated to me just how far one can stretch one's 'new shit' budget if one has the patience to go trawling for bargains. I spent some time in Brixton, checking the everything-for-a-pound shops and the local branch of Argos, and now I have saucepans, frying pans, slotted spoon and spatula, tea towels, more mugs and some glasses, a set of computer speakers, a clothes-drying rack and all the other stuff one tends to need around the house. And the grocery shopping and the pay as you go wireless doohickey, obviously. I also found a bookshelf in front of the house two doors down, abandoned and unloved and okay, it's a bit rickety and leans a bit in a drunken sort of way, but I think it's endearing and it doesn't look set to fall apart (much), so win.
Long story short? I'm here, I'm unpacked and I am comfy. And I still have a couple of days off in which to properly settle. Woo! Comfiness! Maybe there'll be pictures at some point.