So, after many headaches involving Housing offices, road closures and various other minor (but still annoying) problems, I got to look at my prospective new dwelling place.
It's actually rather nice, and I think I'll take it.
The location itself isn't brilliant (but I have a car), and it's a bit smaller than my current place, but it does have one good point in its favour…
…a loftspace.
Perfect for hiding away all my crap.
So, dear reader, prepare yourself for a stream of moaning as I move house (sometime after Copenhagen mind you).
Two and a half hours until I have to be in work. And I'm knackered already.
Not a chance in hell.But the council will apparently move me, and fit all my appliances for nothing.
Don't suppose work would let you borrow a van shaped vehicle to move house with, would they?Thought not.