Hey! Did ya miss me? Did ya? Did ya? Seeing as I can't hear you, I'm gonna take that as a resounding yes. Your days were empty and sad without my words of wisdom and joy to entertain you, right? I know, I know...
And yet, although I'm back, I still don't have Internet so I'm kinda half back. As in, I'm back as often as I can be bothered to come to the Internet cafe. Which, now that I've done it, may well become a regular thing. It's awesome up in here, man. There are even showers for those of us who get so into using the computer, or reading comic books, that we stay here all night. Hungry? No problem, just order some food to be delivered to your station. Unlimited soft drinks and ice cream are also available. Amazing, I think you'll agree. The only downside is the slightly naff smooth jazz they insist on playing. But, heck, they give you headphones so the Internet radio is my new best friend. There's even an old man asleep in the corner, which always adds instant atmosphere, I find.
So, the move. It went well. Although turns out I really need to pay more attention to dates and days and that kind of stuff. After recruiting some people to help me carry my stuff down the stairs, I started to worry that the truck hadn't arrived yet. This was the second truck I had booked. The first one was a proper moving company that wasn't too expensive but the container was way too small for my stuff (it was a seriously small box) and the friends with cars that I had asked had politely declined the opportunity to help me (one classic was "If the moving company is very, very expensive, I'll help you", yeah, thanks. To be fair, almost everyone I know either moved at the same time as me or couldn't lift a piece of paper) Joyfully, my roommate stepped in before my panic meltdown kicked in completely and saved the day. (I can't help but wonder if this was the moment she started to wonder if she hadn't made a terrible error in choosing to live with someone so incapable of making basic arrangements) She suggested a cut price moving truck. She even called some friends who jumped at the chance to help me (OK, maybe didn't jump, but certainly didn't seem to mind too much) Moving day was back on track. Or so I thought...
So picture the scene, we have moved most of the stuff down five flights of stairs, and I notice that the truck hasn't arrived yet. I call the man. He seems confused by my call. My reservation is for the next day. Bugger. At this point I'm on the verge of tears. Again, a hero steps in, offers the use of her van for some of the stuff. We leave the rest for the next day. Luckily, the two places are not so far apart, and it was no trouble to move between the two. By teatime the next day, the move was done.
The unpacking was uneventful. Apart from the incident which has become known as the "evil kitty" incident. I opened the top of the cupboard in my room to put away some boxes, only to find three evil looking Hello Kitty toys staring back at me, Gremlin style. Seriously, they scared the living daylights out of me. I yelled some language my Mother wouldn't like. I leaped off the chair I was standing on and grabbed the garbage bag. I managed to get two out, but I couldn't reach the third one. It sat there, staring at me with what can only be described as malicious intent. It sat there for a few days, until I summoned the courage to use a stick to get it out. I keep expecting to open the cupboard and find them back in there, back from the dump, mocking my foolish belief that I could escape them, laughing their evil Kitty laugh...
Now I have exorcised the apartment of evil Kitty influences, hopefully forever, we are settling into our happy little family. Two roommates and a crackers dog promises to provide quite some entertainment. Bring it on!
