Preparation Day!

The day is almost upon us that Kimberly moves in!! Ahhhh there’s so much to do! I mean I’m pretty prepared, I got her new PJs and toiletries so she can crash after her flight and I even got some wine and stocked the fridge so I don’t have to do what I usually do and go shopping after discovering the fridge is bare (much like Mrs Hubbard). Just look at this key I got Kim, isn’t it so funny? I think the locksmith guy thought I was a bit mental.

All week since moving day I’ve been getting furniture into our new house in Great Yarmouth, the latest thing is the fridge freezer. The worst thing was the sofas (one took a bite out of a wall which is now inexpertly filled with poly filler… oops).

But I’ve been on placement full time at the hospital so it’s been a bit mad trying to fit everything in. Now I gotta clean clean clean in an attempt to convince Kimberly that I am not disgustingly untidy (Ha, I am). I even got my car cleaned outside AND in (the luxury!). Barclay’s just chilling out watching me vacuum, smug little animal.

   Little does he know that it is the last day of his single cat-hood because Kimberly’s bringing her cat Bunny. So then I’ll have two willing participants to dress up*. Ugh gotta drive to Heathrow tomorrow 😦

*Barclay did not consent to this.

Yay I Won’t Be Homeless!

We finally found a house to rent that ticked all our boxes of close to work, parking, allows pets and isn’t hideous. Hallelujah. It is three bedrooms though… I’m not really sure what we’ll do with the two spare bedrooms, usually I allocate the spare bedroom to be the junk room. I think it’s a bit extravagant to have two junk rooms… perhaps the cats could have a room each? Is that just verging into scary cat lady territory? Oh and, AND because I didn’t want a guarantor (I’m 27 this year! Isn’t that a bit over the top??) and Kim doesn’t have a UK bank account etc to be on the rental agreement  we had to pay three months rent up front (haters) so that was nice and expensive.

I go to get the keys and move in next week and then jobs a good ‘un. Let the moving box scavenger hunt commence. Oh you don’t know the scavenger hunt? Well it consists of me going into various shops near where I live (I’m a lazy scavenger) and begging for boxes whilst the employee fails to look thrilled at having to go out back and find me boxes, they just love it.

In all seriousness though I think I got too many boxes, I really don’t have that much stuff. Once I have the keys my obsessive gumtree scanning will start to populate our house with furniture I can actually afford (Yuck why is all furniture leather at the moment? What is it with leather??) and if that fails I’m totally going 90s and investing in all inflatable furniture. Remember these?  No? I try not to either…

Bargain. So that’s what I’ve been up to, that and placement which is still going good, and work. It’s been busssyyyy.

Housing Hell

We’ve been looking for a place to rent lately (being members of generation rent) and it has just been impossible to rent anywhere a) that allows cats b) that has off road parking or c) that isn’t hideous.

Yarmouth and Gorleston have some really very ugly properties… take a look at this gem. In what century was this mad baked bean medallion carpet ever a good idea? I rang to see if the landlord intended on changing it before new tenants came in but apparently no, the carpet is in very good condition the landlord said, and I suppose for an antique it is. Although if we liked we could recarpet the entire property at our expense… aha… no.

Words fail me for this monstrosity.

I’m becoming concerned that we might have to live in my car if we don’t find some place soon. Or I’ll have to start lying about having cats and hiding them for house inspections which I don’t particularly want to do. One landlord said we could rent his house with cats if we replaced all the underlay and carpeting when we left… we declined. Will we ever find anywhere?!?!

The Woes Of Bedfordshire

So it’s a Saturday night and it’s getting late and I have work at the hospital the next day and I decide it’s really time to catch some Zzzzs so I trundle up to bed and get in my jammies and brush my teeth etc. and get into bed all comfy. Ten minutes later the boyfriend comes up in a mood to annoy me (we do this to each other when we’re bored), leaps on me and the bed crashes. The crunching of wood! Ahhhh! And so now it’s completely broken and on the wonk (on my side… thanks awfully!).

Actually now it’s in bits because we’ve bought a new bed from Dreams. And wasn’t that a chore. I hate when you go in that type of big store at industrial park and all the sales assistants follow you spout sales spiel. Now I know that’s their job it’s just a hard sale annoys me and if anything it puts me off of buying things. For once I would have loved to have just walked into the store without the immediate “Anything I can help you with today, were you looking for a new bed?”. Well no actually, I was looking for a roast chicken but you seem to be out of stock… I’m browsing for beds moron, it’s a bed shop, bugger off!

Anyhow, we picked out a bed, only thing is it’s not delivered for three weeks on the Monday after we go to London for my lovely cousin’s wedding and it also happens to be the Monday I start university so….. yeah…. inconvenient. As the hard sales guy was putting the bed through the till (slowly) I looked at the sign behind him that says that Dreams can get us our bed delivered the next day and said “that’s a lie isn’t it?”. Turns out it was!

So it’s mattress on the floor until the 24th…. we know how to live it up.

Weekend Whereabouts

A group of friends and I stayed away this weekend in a holiday cottage that I won as a prize…

These were our neighbours…

And this was our little chicken friend Romeo, so named because he loved us… until we realised it was a girl so we called her Juliet

So this is the inside of the house…

A bit of light reading…

Check up the chimney for monsters

Fill the fridge

And all the nicer when it’s a free prize!