'cause that's just how I roll
It probably tells you everything you need to know about me that I only just started packing up this flat with less than 24 hours left to live in it because I spent all day under the weather and under the covers with Deathly Hallows feeling sorry for myself in a way that has had at least 3 different people accuse me of having Man Flu. To this I respond, that if I had man flu I would have bailed on work, and missed the joy of working the Lehman Brothers Sale with a power cut in South Ken, much like the male coworker who did bail on work claiming he had the flu and left us one down. Working in the dark without internet. It was all very...retro?
Also probably tells you a lot that in the process of this packing I have packed my books (which have a suitcase all to themselves even though the only books I have are the ones I've bought since moving to the UK) far far more carefully than my (non work which are getting moved over with borderline religious care because I need to not have to dry clean them again) clothes. Turns out clothes can just be thrown in a suitcase. This fact will be carefully concealed of course when parents arrive with the car to move second batch of stuff over after this batch has been unpacked (no they're not just driving up for me, turns out the little brother is not so little anymore and is starting University this week...weird)
In other news the purpose of this post: New Flat does not have internet yet, probably won't for a week or so. Wouldn't for a lot longer than that if I were left to figure that out. Fortunately I'm not in charge of things, so there will eventually be some form of internet. However there will be Radio silence until it is sorted.
Also in new flat I have a weeping angel outside my window. Literally. Her name is Florence. Not Bob. Flo, for short. So if you don't hear from me for longer than a week it's possible I've been sent to the past to a time before the internet. So that would explain that... In which case I might be gone a while.
See you all on the other side!
Also probably tells you a lot that in the process of this packing I have packed my books (which have a suitcase all to themselves even though the only books I have are the ones I've bought since moving to the UK) far far more carefully than my (non work which are getting moved over with borderline religious care because I need to not have to dry clean them again) clothes. Turns out clothes can just be thrown in a suitcase. This fact will be carefully concealed of course when parents arrive with the car to move second batch of stuff over after this batch has been unpacked (no they're not just driving up for me, turns out the little brother is not so little anymore and is starting University this week...weird)
In other news the purpose of this post: New Flat does not have internet yet, probably won't for a week or so. Wouldn't for a lot longer than that if I were left to figure that out. Fortunately I'm not in charge of things, so there will eventually be some form of internet. However there will be Radio silence until it is sorted.
Also in new flat I have a weeping angel outside my window. Literally. Her name is Florence. Not Bob. Flo, for short. So if you don't hear from me for longer than a week it's possible I've been sent to the past to a time before the internet. So that would explain that... In which case I might be gone a while.
See you all on the other side!