Back in the 21st century....

Following our much delayed house move, we are now settled into our new apartment and very nice it is too. Though really stressful the process of moving was a bit of a catharthic experience in the end. Lots of stuff you dont need and had forgotten you had gets thrown away, lots of personal stuff you thought lost many years ago turns up during the move.

We have rented a place with an enormous amount of drawers, cupboards and storage areas. Therefore, I now have really specific drawers, I have a battery drawer, a bulb drawer, a candle drawer, a pens and things associated with pens drawer. Now if I could only remember which drawer belongs to which object I might be able to find something.

Thanks to the help from Mels parents there is not a box remaining. Everything was unpacked and everything has its place, even me.

We finally got reconnected to Broadband yesterday after I shouted at enough people in BT to finally get them to do something. We're now in the process of contacting people with our new details which is a shit job if I'm honest.

Just to finish off last weeks Pie story, six new improved sultana pies were delivered to me on Saturday directly from Hollands and having given them the thumbs up they are now going to replace the previous Mark 1 pies that I described in my blog of last week.

Keep moving

So despite the best efforts of inept solicitors, unreliable buyers and a house full of sickness, it looks like we will finally move house this week. Everything has been carefully packed and is ready to go. Actually, that last sentence is a complete and utter lie. Nothing, literally nothing is packed and everything is about as far away from 'ready to go' as it could possibly be. Fortunately, I have packed it all mentally and I have a pretty comprehensive psychological profile of how this move will play out - so thats alright then.

Mel is still terrifically ill and she looks thoroughly miserable as a result. She doesnt deal well with illness and a lack of exercise is compounding her unhappiness. Hopefully, she will start to pick up tomorrow as she is in no condition to be lugging boxes and packing vans etc.

I feel remarkably fine and feel like I am a walking medical miracle as I do not appear to have caught swine flu yet. I keep having the odd sneezing fit and sniffle and then convince myself that I am going down fast, yet half an hour later I feel fine. The 3-4 gym trips of the last week have obviously turned me into some kind of superhuman with a resistance to bacteria that defies medical sense. I expect to be studied by experts in the coming months, or be laid out in bed drinking lemsip and feeling sorry for myself by the weekend.