As you may know, Ian and I are moving. We're leaving a flatshare of 5 (at times 8) to live by ourselves, so as to avoid the impending nuclear meltdown the next time something is missing from my cupboard. It's not that I can't share, it's, well, it's that I can't share, fine, there, I frikkin said it.
So we've been quite lucky to find a sweet little one-bedroom place right around the corner from where we live. This is good because we know the amenities in the area, we've actually been quite fortunate in terms of having lived on a council estate for 6 months without any major crimes being committed, except for the pink sweatpants and ponytail combos that walk past us every day (*ba-dish!* See what I did there? I am FIERCE!) Of course, having said that now, our last week on the lovely and temperate Pepys Estate will probably be filled with all manner of muggings, hopefully not, knock on wood laminate linoleum floor strips.
What a lovely sunny day today has been!
So in the run up to the move, Ian and I sat down this morning and calculated exactly how much this is going to cost us. With Ian being owed a nice little packet of money by a friend who will clearly be excommunicated (you are dead to me!) once having repaid said cash, and with our landlady deciding to hold on to our deposit for 10 days after having moved out, we are having to fork over a tidy wad of poooonds to our new landlord, money we honestly don't have. Well we have it. It's just that it's a case of having a new flat, and not having a social life.
As such, we're staring down the barrel of a home-life-month shaped gun. We do plan on a housewarming sometime in the future, just probably in a month's time, when the snacks we can provide stretch further than homemade popcorn and cordial.
It's quite fun actually, or at least it has been today. Perhaps as the weeks progress the lack of small luxuries will seem less amusing, but so far it's been pretty hilarious. We're not skint now, but have already taken to the 'what can we make with what's in the cupboard' game. It's probably a good thing too, considering we're going to have to pack up all our crap to move into the damn place.
Sigh. Our damn place.
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