Movin on up...

and up, and up, and UP!! 4 stories seems lovely from a layout perspective, until you have to carry household furniture up four flights of very small stairs. My back aches, my feet are throbbing, and I'm about ready to crash out. And I'm *still* in my old flat.

Moving suddenly became rather more complicated this afternoon when Alan's cute wee car, which I've been looking after, soiled itself spectacularly. Another water leak, probably another frost plug. Next time I see someone running their car without antifreeze I'm gonna smack them. Its not just to stop the water freezing! Its most important job is to stop the inside of your engine from rusting.

Simon and Neil cooked me dinner tonight too, fresh fish and roast veggies, mashed potatoes and crusty french bread, all consumed in their gigantic glass-walled house overlooking the estuary and city beyond. We also dicussed how I'd be house-sitting for a couple of months while they're on holiday... *BFG*

So, sleep time for me. More moving tomorrow, waah!!

Fuck

Who knew a gust of wind could be so expensive? It is when it blows your bike over... Bent brake lever, smashed throttle and switchgear, mushed handgrip, scratched muffler.

Thank god it doesnt have fairings. Now I just get to go shopping for new switchgear. Grrr.