Moved from north of the river to south of it.
For those of you unaware, the smell isn't different. In fact, the distinction many Londoners make between North and South-of-the-river London is, well, pretty pointless as there really is very little worth moaning about.
And now that I've moved, I love it. The new place is well situated and really quite modern and airy. And, I can't think of a better flatmate, or one more tolerable.
Of course, the idea of moving is far more exciting and adventurous than the actual shifting of the (far too many) boxes.
And so, Saturday night, with the help of Belle de Bengal (the sweet love), I moved back and forth above and below the river until I'd moved all of my possessions. It never fails to surprise me just how much baggage one can accumulate in the space of a year.
And yesterday, the flatmate and I spent the the entire day being driven around by the flatmate's BoyF as we gathered (essential) supplies for the nest - which just happened to include leek and honey pork sausages and bog roll from PoundLand in Croydon (not the sausages mind).
A new chapter has begun.
Monday, October 08, 2007
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