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Happy New Year!
Thursday, February 1st, 2007 10:15 pmI have decreed that my New Year starts today.
Today was first morning of waking up in my new (and oddly empty) flat.
I have made my bed (280 components, Tesco Direct) and last night I laid on it. And slept the sleep of one who is not disturbed by furry-purry things. (How I miss my darlings! However, they are well cared for, and will be joining me soon.)
I have made my futon, too, but it's oddly non-Euclidian.
I have discovered that I have a prepayment card for gas. This would be why I had no gas supply, what with not having been told of the arrangement ...
The drive to werk ('scenic' route) will take me past daffodils in a month or so.
Visit to ex-landlady last night. I sat and looked at her and I could still see my old friend, someone I've known for over 20 years, across the table. But it's broken now -- she broke it -- and, at last, I'm over that. I have closure. Which is a good feeling.
She still cooks a mean paella.
Have researched local history a bit. The shop where I top up my gas card is in Philanthropic Road, which is the site of the Philanthropic Society's Farm School.
And the pub at the end of the road is medieval and renowned as a meeting-place for highwaymen.
And on at least one C19 map, this road has a completely different name.
Today was first morning of waking up in my new (and oddly empty) flat.
I have made my bed (280 components, Tesco Direct) and last night I laid on it. And slept the sleep of one who is not disturbed by furry-purry things. (How I miss my darlings! However, they are well cared for, and will be joining me soon.)
I have made my futon, too, but it's oddly non-Euclidian.
I have discovered that I have a prepayment card for gas. This would be why I had no gas supply, what with not having been told of the arrangement ...
The drive to werk ('scenic' route) will take me past daffodils in a month or so.
Visit to ex-landlady last night. I sat and looked at her and I could still see my old friend, someone I've known for over 20 years, across the table. But it's broken now -- she broke it -- and, at last, I'm over that. I have closure. Which is a good feeling.
She still cooks a mean paella.
Have researched local history a bit. The shop where I top up my gas card is in Philanthropic Road, which is the site of the Philanthropic Society's Farm School.
And the pub at the end of the road is medieval and renowned as a meeting-place for highwaymen.
And on at least one C19 map, this road has a completely different name.
