A big day
I got the keys to my new house today. A big, old, tatty house with a friendly feel. I'm worried my friends will look around and only notice the tattiness.
There are blue bells in the garden, but nowhere to put a lawn mower.
There's an interesting deep triangular windowsill in one bedroom, but the bedroom doors are ugly mahogany veneer.
The kitchen is big, but there's nowhere to put a dishwasher or tumble dryer.
I really like the place, but at the same time I'm thinking, 'Eek, what have I done?'
I was supposed to be moving in today so I took the day off work. Instead I'll move 'some day next week.' I'm sharing a removal van with my ex, but a delay in the sale of his house means he can't move anywhere yet.
He's going to move into my old place temporarily, whilst I'm taking most of his place's furniture. It's a strange moving muddle, and right now I just want to be in my new place. No I don't. Isn't it a bit tatty?
I should be packing things in boxes, but the boxes haven't come.
And I'm supposed to be going to Ikea to buy a bed tonight, but this probably won't happen... And I don't care. It won't happen for a very good reason!
Boyfriend Steve was bought into the £150 Pot Limit Hold'em event by his work, to play the second event of the grandly titled 'European Series of Poker.' He made the final table, which means he's playing today at 2pm. Right now in fact! With the chance to win a £4080 first prize! You can buy a lot at Ikea for that.
I was going to sort out my cupboards this afternoon, pile things into box size piles on the floor. Instead I can't help sitting at my computer hitting 'refresh' too much on the tournament update page.
I want him to win. He's the best. I want all the best things in the world to happen to him. Winning £4k in a poker tournament is the least that he deserves.
He sent me an email before he played, telling me he had some boxes I could use, and 'Pillow cases are good for lugging stuff too.' He's the best. Did I tell you that yet? I want him to win.
There are blue bells in the garden, but nowhere to put a lawn mower.
There's an interesting deep triangular windowsill in one bedroom, but the bedroom doors are ugly mahogany veneer.
The kitchen is big, but there's nowhere to put a dishwasher or tumble dryer.
I really like the place, but at the same time I'm thinking, 'Eek, what have I done?'
I was supposed to be moving in today so I took the day off work. Instead I'll move 'some day next week.' I'm sharing a removal van with my ex, but a delay in the sale of his house means he can't move anywhere yet.
He's going to move into my old place temporarily, whilst I'm taking most of his place's furniture. It's a strange moving muddle, and right now I just want to be in my new place. No I don't. Isn't it a bit tatty?
I should be packing things in boxes, but the boxes haven't come.
And I'm supposed to be going to Ikea to buy a bed tonight, but this probably won't happen... And I don't care. It won't happen for a very good reason!
Boyfriend Steve was bought into the £150 Pot Limit Hold'em event by his work, to play the second event of the grandly titled 'European Series of Poker.' He made the final table, which means he's playing today at 2pm. Right now in fact! With the chance to win a £4080 first prize! You can buy a lot at Ikea for that.
I was going to sort out my cupboards this afternoon, pile things into box size piles on the floor. Instead I can't help sitting at my computer hitting 'refresh' too much on the tournament update page.
I want him to win. He's the best. I want all the best things in the world to happen to him. Winning £4k in a poker tournament is the least that he deserves.
He sent me an email before he played, telling me he had some boxes I could use, and 'Pillow cases are good for lugging stuff too.' He's the best. Did I tell you that yet? I want him to win.
posted by Jo at 1:16 PM
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