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Am I completely mad for being addicted to packing?  Maybe it’s just because I’m excited about this house move, or maybe it’s just cos I’m strange, but I have this incredibly urge to pack everything NOW!  And I’m not moving for two weeks!

I’ve known I’m going to move at the end of February for some time now, so when I’ve been bored on nights shifts, I’ve planned out the move.  I’ve moved so many times in the past couple of years, that I know which items go in which boxes, etc, so I planned out when I was going to pack which bits, for example books, folders, food, material, clothes, shoes, etc.  But before I could do any packing, I needed to build all of the boxes which had been flatted out in the top of my wardrobe, since my last house move, last May.  So todays job was to re-build the boxes.  That was it.  Except I got carried away and decided to pack half of them….  I’ve only packed the smaller ones, with pretty much all of my books.  It makes sense to do them first, as I’m unlikely to need many of them in the next two weeks.  And I am in work a lot over the next two weeks, so I need to start packing early.  But still.  I do feel slightly mad / over-organised / excited (depending which way you look at it).  Oh well, it’s done now.  I only have to sit on my itching-to-pack-hands for another half hour, when Mr B is picking me up so we can go Up North for the weekend.

Why I am moving house again?

I’m sat in the middle of boxes, piles of crap and general half-packed stuff, trying to work out how I’m going to fix X about of stuff into Y boxes/bags. I’ve discovered I’ve still got a freezer half full of stuff and my new place doesn’t have a freezer (yet), so will have to find a cool bag and smile sweetly at someone with a freezer. I’m not actually moving till a week today, but tomorrow I go to Manchester for 6 days. Yeah, I know, great timing. Its a coincidence, but it means the whole packing thing has had to be done a lot sooner. And to top it off, I woke up today (my main packing day) not feeling 100% with a sore throat, headache, backache and sore feet*.

Anyway, I decided to remind myself of why I’m going to all of this effort:
* To get away from the Stupid Busy Road, which almost gets me killed everytime I cross it.
* To have somewhere that feels like Home, instead of just a room where my stuff happens to be.
* To have housemates that I can socialise with and actually say more than ‘hello, how are you?’ to.
* To live the Other Side of the city, where most of the friend’s I’ve made here are based, so I don’t have to cycle for half an hour in order to see anyone.
* To live in a house (which has stairs!!!) rather than a flat.
* To have a garden – which even has a compost heap in it!!! (I got quite excited about this, so I’ve been put in charge of it! 🙂 )

I just which I could click my fingers and have moved! On a brighter note, I’ve been lucky enough to have a Mini Festival of gigs this week. I’ve seen Show of Hands and Billy Bragg on Wednesday and Thursday of this week, and it finishes tonight with Kate Rusby! What this space – I’m planning to blog a review of all three when I’m in Manchester.

* NB: Sore feet are due to going out in silly shoes, rather than the virus that causing the other symptoms.

I love church connections!

Not only has it sorted me out with the house, which got 100% confirmed yesterday, we’re also being given 2 double beds and a couple of other bits of furniture from a mutual friend at church! 😀 Will just have to make sure I take down any pictures before transporting them!


I realise I haven’t posted very much recently. Lots is happening in Real Life. Lots of changes. But mostly good ones. Having found a fab man and an almost house, its looking good. But I thought I’d tell you about my adventure the other night…

I was visiting the Almost House on Sunday and had gone out for dinner with the Almost Housemates before we started making our way separately to church. I was on my bike and they were in the car, so they agreed to take my bag for me, and meet me there. I set off on my bike, with my map, before realising that my big thick cycling gloves were in the bag that was in their car. I thought I’d be ok…. until it started snowing. And my hands went numb. Changing gear with your arm muscles is interesting… Then I got lost. My map showed clearly a cycle path coming off the road, and towards the town, but I couldn’t see it in real life, at all. After a quick phone call to my new guy and he told me you had to cycle through a block of flats car park to find it, I got over that hurdle. Don’t ask how I managed to use a phone with numb hands, I’m not sure myself. Then it went ok for a few minutes, I didn’t know exactly where I was going, but I could work it out. I reached the outskirts of the centre, and was just negotiating a Big roundabout (thankfully via the pavement / subway), when my bike stopped. Completely. It made a clang, and then refused to move. I clambered off, and soon realised that one of my elasticated spider things which secure bags on the back, had come off and wrapped itself around the back wheel spokes. I flipped my bike upside down and tried to remove it, but with numb hands and in the snow and dark, it wasn’t going anywhere! I rang my boyfriend back (I was also meeting him at church, supposedly within 5 minutes by now) and after talking about it, we figured the best thing to do for me to lock up my bike where it was, and for me to go straight to the pub next to church and warm up.

So I left my bike at this roundabout, and walked the 20 minutes or so across town to the pub where I warmed up with hot chocolate and cider (not together!). Thankfully I happened to have a spare, although muddy, set of clothes, in my bag. So as soon as the service finished, I got my bag back and was able to get some dry clothes on. My hands had impressively warmed up before I made it to the pub, thanks to my fleecy jumper, but my jeans were soaked through with freezing water. With the dry jeans, lovely friends and a bit of jumping around, I soon got the circulation going properly again.

My bike was slightly more interesting. Its booked in for a (complementary) service in the shop it was bought from on Wednesday. So I figured that they could fix the back wheel. If I could get it across town, with a disabled wheel. And when I was working 12 hour shifts Monday and Tuesday. Theres a reason I called my new guy fab – I gave him the keys, he retrieved it, removed the elasticated spider thing, cycled it to the bike shop, booked it in for the service, and even remembered to tell them about the slightly dodgy second gear! 😀 So all I have to do tomorrow is collect it.

Not good enough

I heard back from the really nice house. The one that I really wanted. And no, I didn’t get it. Neither did anyone else. They’ve decided to continue looking for people. I wouldn’t mind so much if someone else had got in there first. Or if I didn’t truly believe that I’d get on with this woman really well. I think I could have made more of an effort to prove this to her, in the 20 minutes we spent together, but I didn’t realise till towards the end that it was basically going to be her decision. Its frustrating. I wish I could wind back the clock and make more of an effort to show my personality in those 20 minutes. The fact that I was the first to say ‘yes, I’m definitely interested’ is insignificant. Sigh. I know there will be other houses. Went to see somewhere last night, and all it proved to me is how much I want this really nice house.


Regular readers and friends may remember that I’ve been trying to make plans to move out for the past 6 months that I’ve been living here. I think I must have planned and half arranged to live with at least 6 different arrangements of friends in that time, and all of them have fallen through somehow or other. A few weeks ago I decided that I was fed up waiting for other people to sort themselves out, and that I’d look for somewhere myself.

At first I investigated a couple of rooms that I knew that were free through contacts, but the first one wasn’t suitable and the second was taken before I got to look at it. So then I started looking on Gumtree. It is full of lists of houses, flats, rooms, etc, available for renting in my area. Earlier this week I fished through them all, emailing and phoning the relevant people. It is a fantastic site. But v.popular. So all the best places get snapped up very quickly. I’ve been to see a couple more places this week – the first wasn’t suitable, but the second is really, really nice. And I really want it. But theres 7 people potentially interested in 2 rooms. The person who is organising it (not the landlady), basically gets to choose who gets to live with her. I think I would get on with her really well, but I don’t quite know if she thought the same thing. And she did say that 2 guys had visited the place before me, so if they wanted the rooms then she’d be likely to give it to them, as they were first. So now I’m just hoping that one of them doesn’t want it!

The thing about Gumtree is that it all moves so quickly. Its designed for people who need accommodation fast. Both of the places I visited from there were available from next week. So if I was successful with this house, then I’d have to spend next week packing and sort out a moving date around my shifts (and my promised car/van driver). Oh, and this place had unfurnished bedrooms, so I’d need to buy some bedroom furniture. I’ve been sitting here thinking I would move sometime in the future, for the past 6 months, and now it all seems to be happening very quickly! When I was a student I knew when I would be moving house for months in advance. I could plan. Now I don’t even know whether I am moving next week or not. :S


I’m currently living in NHS accommodation, which is fine for the short term but I’d always planned to move out with a friend in the next few months. This plan, however has changed countless times over the past month, and its beginning to drive me crazy.

Initially I was going to move in with friend A. Friend A then asked if I minded her boyfriend, who shes been going out with for 6 months, moving in with us. I said I’d think about it, and spoke to friend B, who said I might be able to live with her and her friends. So I replied to friend A saying ‘Um, no, if you want to live with your boyfriend, then fine but I’m not getting in the middle!’. She then sent a message back saying ‘oh, forgot to tell you, my boyfriend’s job fell through, so he won’t be moving in with me anymore – let me know what you want to do’. I was then stuck in the middle of 2 housing options, left wondering who I could best live with. Then before I had chance to make a decision, friend A came back to me saying that she was back to living with her boyfriend again, and hoped that I could move in with my other friend. Friend B said she’d talk to her friend about it, and check that this was alright with her. Friend B’s friend then backed out of living with friend B, so she then we agreed we’d live together. Which meant that everything was fine. For all of a week.

Friend C asked me last night if I minded her moving in with me and Friend B. I said no at the time, because at the time I couldn’t see any problems with it. Since then, however I have done. I’m not going to go into many of the details here, but basically myself and friend B are v.different in many respects, but we get on well together. Friend B and C are both v.similar, and get on v.v.well together. And friend C tends to enhance the characteristics in friend B, which mean that my personality clashes with hers and I get left feeling uncomfortable. But on the other hand, I do get on with both of them to an extent and considering we’re all going to be working shifts, then we won’t be spending a huge amount of time together as a threesome. And as I’m only just making these friendships, I don’t really want to spoil it all by announcing I don’t want to live with them.

Anyone who knows me well, will know that I can’t stand things being uncertain. I have to plan what I’m doing. When I was little and we’d go to visit family down south every holiday, I’d always be nagging my mum for ages beforehand to know exactly when we were travelling where. I think I am slightly better at coping with uncertainty now – it comes with living a hectic, haphazard student life – but still, all these changes to my housing situation are driving me absolutely crazy! And now it feels worse than before, because its me who has to make the decision about whether or not I could cope with living with both of them – I’m not just waiting on somebody else to get back to me.