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I know that it has been radio silence over the past few months.  I have been busy moving!  And this time, not myself.  So I have had plenty to do, and not enough time to write about it!

Some time ago, my little sister D, my best friend and flatmate, decided that enough was enough and she was moving out into her own apartment.  I was in favour of this move but whilst celebrating the principle of the move – it’s time, it’s the logical next step etc etc..  I was also absolutely dreading it. Read the rest of this entry »


About a week ago, I geared myself up for a family experience that I was dreading.  It has been some time now that we have been making noises about going to see the stuff that we have in storage.  There are some things that I wanted to bring here because it was a shame for them to be gathering dust in a giant warehouse when they could be gathering dust at home.  We had put a lot of our stuff into storage when we moved out of the family home five years ago.  These items which are stored in a large warehouse in Chingford, Essex were out of sight but definitely not out of mind.  In fact, they were occupying a lot of the space in my mind palace. Read the rest of this entry »

You know the day isn’t going to go well when it takes 3 weeks to come up with a date that works for everyone.  But, we found the day, and I had gotten as ready as possible, making sure everything was labelled and shut and there were detailed lists of what was to go where and when.  This time, we had three men and a van coming, there were the contents of the room that time forgot and some large items of furniture to be split between a storage garage, my flat, and my brother and sister’s homes. Read the rest of this entry »


I have often spoken of my distaste for dealing with the council.  It seems to me that it is an organisation where the right hand doesn’t know what the left hand is doing and I find that this problem goes across the board.  Previously I have dealt with Camden, Brent and now Westminster. Read the rest of this entry »

 The days in between moves were not as one could assume dead days.  I spent them all either packing at the old flat or sorting at the new flat.  I was still travelling back and forth with suitcases and managed to convey my entire wardrobe in this manner, thus eliminating the need for wardrobe boxes which the movers kind of hover and wait for as you empty them.  This not only adds to the stress, but it also means that you are unable to spend any time thinking about where to put stuff as you are just throwing clothes into your cupboard willy nilly.  Read the rest of this entry »

libri-che-cadonoKnowing the importance of getting a good night’s sleep,  I went to bed at 10pm last night and woke up some time later feeling stuffed up, and achy.  Oh well, I thought, I might as well get up, it doesn’t look like I will be able to get back to sleep.  I squinted at my watch.  12:30am. Shit.  That’s too early even for me.  Read the rest of this entry »

Sometimes you have a boyfriend who is lovely really, there’s nothing wrong with him, you just don’t click.  Or it (whatever the ‘it’ is you’re looking for in that particular relationship) just isn’t there.  Those break ups are really hard because they almost always end in the most awful and overused sentence – “It’s not you, it’s me”.  And then there are break ups that are easy.  No brainers really. Read the rest of this entry »

One of the best things about the house we were in was the bathrooms.  First of all, we each had one.  Mine was smaller but had a lovely large bath in it, which as a taller (I guess) than average person, I really appreciated.  In a standard size bath, I have to choose between my chest and my knees.  One or the other can be immersed in the water.  In the bath at the old house, I could do both.  I am not normally someone who takes baths, more of a shower person really, but this bathtub changed my mind.  I could fill it two thirds full, nice and hot and read in there for half an hour, with both chest and knees warm.  Bliss.   Read the rest of this entry »

After a few months of being able to think of nothing but the move, I now feel a bit lost.  I mean, we have unpacked, I tidy obsessively, and hopefully soon, the flat will seem cosy and just how we like it.  Probably by the time we move again in 6 months.  What has happened in the meantime however, is that I no longer have a social life, or in fact any life apart from one that involves movers, boxes, rubbish and the council. Read the rest of this entry »

Peter the packer, Mr Tempting Fate himself, has been on my mind a lot lately.  Please don’t misunderstand, it’s not that I miss him, neither is it his cheery disposition as he rode roughshod over all my plans that has me thinking about him so much and even calling his name randomly.  It is the fact that, in his infinite wisdom, he packed a lot of stuff and marked it for storage when it was supposed to come here.   Read the rest of this entry »

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