I've seen the Severn Bridge more times than I care to count this weekend...
Oh what a stressful interesting week it has been. Moving is more hassle than it ever should be. I don't even know where to begin!
We had van problems - 1st company wouldn't let Maff's dad hire one without 2 utility bills with his addy on, which they didn't tell us and he obviously didn't have 'cos he was down from Doncaster. Wouldn't let me or Maff have a van because we were under 25. Twats. Rang around about a million people, nowhere under 25. Managed to eventually find a company in Pontyclun that hires to people under 21! :D Then remember that both our paper licences are in London due to the parking permit fiasco early in the week...cue emergency Friday trip to London to collect said licences. Maff's dad drove his car full of stuff, I drove mine with his mam and brother in (and stuff). Maff's dad thinks that 50 is top speed on the motorway, Maff's ma & bro commented on EVERY plane that they saw in the sky in the 30 miles leading up to Heathrow (oooh look that one has red on it, oooh thats a big plane, look at that one Chris etc etc...for 30 miles!). The 3 hour journey took nearly 6 hours, a combination of Maff's dad's speed phobia and the hell that is the North Circular. I've left a good portion of my soul on that bastard road! Got the licences, headed back to Cardiff. Got back around 10/11ish. Knackered. Loads of packing to do.
Picked up the van Saturday morning. After an initial "oooh you ain't booked, theres no vans left", "well the man said there was no need cos you had loads and none were booked out" palarva, we got a van and was on our way. Spent the next 6/7 hours packing my entire flat up, with Matthew's dad giving us helpful hints like "hahaha" (whilst stood there smoking) when we got our bed stuck halfway down the stairs. To say I was a bit stressed and ratty by this stage would be an understatement. I was tired, I was sweaty, I looked like I should be wearing a tracksuit and in the queue to collect my giro. I was a mess basically. We finally managed to set off about 3ish (still with some stuff left in the house). Another soul destroying journey with the in-laws, & arrived in London about 8ish. It was absolutely shit-tipping it down with rain. By this time, John, my tropical fish, had been out of a heated tank for about 6 hours, so I wanted to get him in ASAP. Maff brought him upstairs in his insulated bag and dumped him on the side in the kitchen. I went off to set up the tank, heater and stuff in the front room, John's beautiful new home. I went back into the kitchen to start filling the tank up and the cool bag is on the floor in a puddle of water. At this point I just said the word "FUCK" repeatedly. Pick up the cool bag, expecting to see poor old John dead, but no - he was there in the bag swimming around like nothing had happened. Which he is still doing now. That fish is immortal, I swear! We eventually got all the stuff in the flat at about 11.30! All I'd eaten all day was a ham and cheese baguette at 12, so the lack of food combined with the physical exertion of carrying furniture up 3 flights of stairs meant I had a serious case of the sugar shakes. We located the nearest takeaway and got to bed about half 12.
Awake at 4am (can you imagine how thrilled I was with this?) to drive back to Cardiff to have the van back by 9am. At the first services, Maff's dad took over driving my car and I went in the van with Matthew. Maff's family were going back, so we said our goodbyes (thank whichever deity managed to swing that one!) and waited for our old landlady to turn up to give her the keys back and get our bond etc. She came, we did what we had to and off we went to have breakfast at the ASDA. I had the sunday roast and no word of a lie it was the nicest food I've eaten in ages. Which goes to show how shoddy my diet has been for the past few weeks. Then we went round to my kind friend Jennie W's house, who had said I could have a shower at her's because the hot water at our new flat wasn't working and still isn't!. Another rant for another time maybes... Had a lush shower, went to see Cath so Maff could pick up his films from Amy, and we set off for the last time over the Severn Bridge. Got in about 6ish, got my shit together for the first day and went to bed.
The first day is a whole other tale, which I'm way to tired to even think about writing about now. Me and Maff have just re-assembled the IKEA WARDROBE OF DOOM, and he's been sparked out on the bed for the last hour. Time I joined him I think. This week has been horrible. But it is the start of goodtimes. I am sure of this.
OOOOOH and also my cousin in Canada, Berta, who I went to stay with in April is in labour as we speak. She's been having contractions since last Tuesday and went into early labour Sunday. She is still in slow labour, and she's been sent home til it progresses further. This is both scary and exciting. Scary for her because she's been in labour 2 days already, but exciting because there will be a new addition to the family, and I will be an aunt! (almost).
We had van problems - 1st company wouldn't let Maff's dad hire one without 2 utility bills with his addy on, which they didn't tell us and he obviously didn't have 'cos he was down from Doncaster. Wouldn't let me or Maff have a van because we were under 25. Twats. Rang around about a million people, nowhere under 25. Managed to eventually find a company in Pontyclun that hires to people under 21! :D Then remember that both our paper licences are in London due to the parking permit fiasco early in the week...cue emergency Friday trip to London to collect said licences. Maff's dad drove his car full of stuff, I drove mine with his mam and brother in (and stuff). Maff's dad thinks that 50 is top speed on the motorway, Maff's ma & bro commented on EVERY plane that they saw in the sky in the 30 miles leading up to Heathrow (oooh look that one has red on it, oooh thats a big plane, look at that one Chris etc etc...for 30 miles!). The 3 hour journey took nearly 6 hours, a combination of Maff's dad's speed phobia and the hell that is the North Circular. I've left a good portion of my soul on that bastard road! Got the licences, headed back to Cardiff. Got back around 10/11ish. Knackered. Loads of packing to do.
Picked up the van Saturday morning. After an initial "oooh you ain't booked, theres no vans left", "well the man said there was no need cos you had loads and none were booked out" palarva, we got a van and was on our way. Spent the next 6/7 hours packing my entire flat up, with Matthew's dad giving us helpful hints like "hahaha" (whilst stood there smoking) when we got our bed stuck halfway down the stairs. To say I was a bit stressed and ratty by this stage would be an understatement. I was tired, I was sweaty, I looked like I should be wearing a tracksuit and in the queue to collect my giro. I was a mess basically. We finally managed to set off about 3ish (still with some stuff left in the house). Another soul destroying journey with the in-laws, & arrived in London about 8ish. It was absolutely shit-tipping it down with rain. By this time, John, my tropical fish, had been out of a heated tank for about 6 hours, so I wanted to get him in ASAP. Maff brought him upstairs in his insulated bag and dumped him on the side in the kitchen. I went off to set up the tank, heater and stuff in the front room, John's beautiful new home. I went back into the kitchen to start filling the tank up and the cool bag is on the floor in a puddle of water. At this point I just said the word "FUCK" repeatedly. Pick up the cool bag, expecting to see poor old John dead, but no - he was there in the bag swimming around like nothing had happened. Which he is still doing now. That fish is immortal, I swear! We eventually got all the stuff in the flat at about 11.30! All I'd eaten all day was a ham and cheese baguette at 12, so the lack of food combined with the physical exertion of carrying furniture up 3 flights of stairs meant I had a serious case of the sugar shakes. We located the nearest takeaway and got to bed about half 12.
Awake at 4am (can you imagine how thrilled I was with this?) to drive back to Cardiff to have the van back by 9am. At the first services, Maff's dad took over driving my car and I went in the van with Matthew. Maff's family were going back, so we said our goodbyes (thank whichever deity managed to swing that one!) and waited for our old landlady to turn up to give her the keys back and get our bond etc. She came, we did what we had to and off we went to have breakfast at the ASDA. I had the sunday roast and no word of a lie it was the nicest food I've eaten in ages. Which goes to show how shoddy my diet has been for the past few weeks. Then we went round to my kind friend Jennie W's house, who had said I could have a shower at her's because the hot water at our new flat wasn't working and still isn't!. Another rant for another time maybes... Had a lush shower, went to see Cath so Maff could pick up his films from Amy, and we set off for the last time over the Severn Bridge. Got in about 6ish, got my shit together for the first day and went to bed.
The first day is a whole other tale, which I'm way to tired to even think about writing about now. Me and Maff have just re-assembled the IKEA WARDROBE OF DOOM, and he's been sparked out on the bed for the last hour. Time I joined him I think. This week has been horrible. But it is the start of goodtimes. I am sure of this.
OOOOOH and also my cousin in Canada, Berta, who I went to stay with in April is in labour as we speak. She's been having contractions since last Tuesday and went into early labour Sunday. She is still in slow labour, and she's been sent home til it progresses further. This is both scary and exciting. Scary for her because she's been in labour 2 days already, but exciting because there will be a new addition to the family, and I will be an aunt! (almost).