In case you were wondering, the move went really well and I'm now happily ensconced in my pied a terre. Roger's been amazing and has even allowed me to connect to his wireless broadband which is very decent of him, I must say. He's even granted me a week's grace in regard to working in the shop to 'get myself sorted' as he said. Polly has moved into Eleanor's and I haven't heard any whingeing yet so I'm guessing that all is progressing as it should.
Let me describe my new 'pad' if I may. Entrance is via the Tradesman's (no smutty remarks please!) and the external stone steps lead up to my own front door which opens into a narrow hallway. Now I know it's always the way with rental flats but why on earth do landlords allow their tenants to choose their own decor? Therefore the hallway is painted bright red and as such, resembles the basement/descent into hell aptly shown in the Amytyville Horror. The living/dining room is carpeted in a bowls club green and painted a natty apple shade and the bedroom's a vivid blue with a 1980s squiggly carpet. I've left the best to last which is the bathroom - somebody was clearly a fan of aquariums because its turquoise hue and plaster seamonsters really set the room off, as does the plastic shower curtain with an embellished dancing goldfish design.
I'm now nipping over to the Co-op to choose my dinner; sometimes living alone has its benefits - I never have to stomach Mother's grey mince 'n' mash combo ever again! Yay!
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