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We’ve been in our new place for a couple of months now and memories of waiting in the rain for buses, 45minute commutes and the screaming kids across the street are beginning to fade. We’ve made numerous trips to Argos and Woolies (ever the classiset group of housemates), carried flat pack furniture on buses and spent hours putting it together (there is something at once quite satisfying but also a tad worrying about putting your flat pack furniture together with the aide of your four inch heels because you don’t have a hammer).

We’ve invested in lots of useful things such as plates, glasses, baking trays, measuring jugs and a toaster. The lounge has been re-arranged, my room has been re-arranged twice, and Guardian wall charts have gone up. The local pubs have been tried, short cuts found, local shops investigated, even eaten at a couple of the local restaurants.

And yet I don’t have a chair for my desk. It’s been two months and I’m writing this sat on three pillows and an eyore cushion, craining my neck to see the screen, legs stretched out in front of me at a funny angle, storing up months of back pain for when I’m 65…d’oh!

Does anyone fancy a trip to Ikea?

Friday’s politocal post got lost: possibly due to a gin and tonic realted incident
This weekend I have mostly been: kicking leafs
Word of the moment: Mulberry

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