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…
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.