D Day

Here we go again....

A new flat, no furniture, no Internet, endless bags, DDM's spare room resembling a knock off couture workshop, crossed with an explosion at baggage reclaim. It has just occurred to me that I can't remember if there are any curtains. I've always claimed to have an abundance of skill sets, but increasingly I wonder just where exactly I might have mislaid the ruddy lot.

My eagerness for solitude has faded and autopilot has kicked in. How I will make it through the next six months I have no idea. Especially if I have no curtains! But I do have a glorious kitchen. Potentially a worthy goal, but my metabolism is far from inspirational. Perhaps I can entice the Frenchman to display his alleged superiority. So much easier than dealing with the hatefulness of packing and moving yet again.... still, one will require crockery of some description, and while I maintain my plan of 'borrowing' the iron/board is fundamentally sound, I suspect I might have to acquire niggling household goods such as a vacuum cleaner. Siiigh. Another one for the list. I hate shopping for utilitarian stuff! Hell, I hate shopping!