4a, Alexandra Court

Too much space for too few things and not enough space for too many other things. But now, it looks like home. Colours, textures, smells litter the once empty flat, echoing my personality on a cheap budget. It’s been a good days work. The bed has been broken in, the fridge is heaving (why I felt it necessary to stock it as though I had a family of four to feed, I have no idea), the Nakamichi installed and wafting Iktaara (after several panicked moments of being unable to locate a single CD) and I masticate my coriander, chilli and brie burger, surveying my new domain. I could get used to this. The coy combat boots have been located (amidst the kitchen stuff! Very Chaplinesque) There is much still to do, but I feel satisfaction, even as my spine curves most unbecomingly, the wall too cold to lean against. Jolly bad form for the pump to have wheezed to death just as I had decided on purple for my new divan. I feel creative, and can’t wait to unpack (Huh? Who? What??) so I can see if my visual liberties with the suitcases does turn out as funky as I want it. The crate will have to wait till next week, but time enough to consider a bright thwack of colour in the form of outrageously priced artificial flowers. I’m still missing a side table for the bed, but think a couple of storage cartons might just answer. I’m surrounded by high, blemish free white walls. Sadly, there’s only so much blue tack can do, but I should be able to stamp myself on 3 of the 6 surfaces available. I still haven’t figured out how to shut the top windows, and the flat is draughtier than I’d hoped for, the hot water still takes ages to arrive, there’s no vacuum cleaner and the heating rail doesn't heat….
But, it’s mine.