This is it, kids!
Today is my last day at my contract work. It has all just flown! On the weekend I moved into my new house. It was great, ‘cept for the fact that I chose to break my drinking draught with drama and aplomb Saturday evening with my new housemates. Sunday I remembered all of those very, very good reasons why drinking is not my friend.
The new house is, well, I dunno, good I guess! I think that I was having some sort of panicky reaction to it – scared that I wouldn’t like it and that it wouldn’t work out and that I would have to move. I am thinking that I desperately want to stay in one place for more than a couple of weeks sometime soon. That seems to be the message my weary brain is telling me! Well, for better or worse I have signed a 6 month lease on this little room and will stick it out. ‘Cept for a sprawling backpack in the middle of the room gutted like a woman after child birth, the room is looking good. I have my own private beech in the room. I don’t know quite how I feel about this. There is a fire place, and in place of fire and tiles there is a pebble beach. This means that when I use the mirror on the mantle in the morning I leave a trail of white pebbles around the room. This could get very old very quickly. The house is still in Brixton, blessedly short minutes from various stations (I have access to no less than three stations within walking distance, Public Transport Gods be praised).
Oh, and another bonus is that the new house has on DVD every episode from every series of Six Feet Under. You see, unemployment is suddenly looking up! Actually, I am really looking forward to this break “between jobs”… It will be nice to chill out and get my stuff sorted. But in the meantime .. I had better wrap this work up and make like a banana.
The new house is, well, I dunno, good I guess! I think that I was having some sort of panicky reaction to it – scared that I wouldn’t like it and that it wouldn’t work out and that I would have to move. I am thinking that I desperately want to stay in one place for more than a couple of weeks sometime soon. That seems to be the message my weary brain is telling me! Well, for better or worse I have signed a 6 month lease on this little room and will stick it out. ‘Cept for a sprawling backpack in the middle of the room gutted like a woman after child birth, the room is looking good. I have my own private beech in the room. I don’t know quite how I feel about this. There is a fire place, and in place of fire and tiles there is a pebble beach. This means that when I use the mirror on the mantle in the morning I leave a trail of white pebbles around the room. This could get very old very quickly. The house is still in Brixton, blessedly short minutes from various stations (I have access to no less than three stations within walking distance, Public Transport Gods be praised).
Oh, and another bonus is that the new house has on DVD every episode from every series of Six Feet Under. You see, unemployment is suddenly looking up! Actually, I am really looking forward to this break “between jobs”… It will be nice to chill out and get my stuff sorted. But in the meantime .. I had better wrap this work up and make like a banana.
posted by tangles at 7:23 PM
4 Comments:
Through your sloppy spelling, I thought you had a tree in your room. I am now less alarmed.
It will be great to be neighbouroonies again, can pop by and what not.
What's done is done, and good times are coming!
Oh - I better go and meet you, I'm late. Whoops.
xx
Spilling has niver bean my fortay.
Sorry about that btw.
He he, I also like that when you were trying to refer to not drinking, you mispelled 'drought' as a form of drink!
Freud lives on!
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