Whereever I lay my hat, that’s my home
Or in my case, my computers. They’re in the new flat, I’m in the new flat, my other stuff is in my new flat and the upshot of this all is that I’ve moved into my new flat. It’s not perfect. Some things need fixing. Some things utterly defy belief or logical explanation other than sheer negligence on the landlord’s part (although it also makes one wonder about the previous tenant). I get no phone line until the 25th when an engineer can come over and look at it, and ADSL’s likely to take a week or so after that. Fun fun. Quick overview of the kinds of things that are wrong with this place:
- TV aerial’s pointing at the wrong transmitter
- Bathroom light switch pullcord base is behaving like it wants to come out of the ceiling
- Curtain rail in the living room wants to fall out of the wall
- Oven is filthy and the elements appear to be damaged
- Windows are sometimes difficult to close fully, although they’re improving with use and judicious application of WD40
That’s the broad overview of course. Some of it I should have caught when I looked around — next time I will know to look in the oven, for example. Just because the top’s clean doesn’t mean the interior is.
However, this place is a good size — not too big, definitely not too small. It has a washer/dryer, it’s on the first floor, I’ve got my own front door, curtains, decent windows, a dining table, a sofa bed, lots of wardrobe space… it’s good. Just need to get internet and these things fixed up and it’ll be wonderful.
Although I would rather like to redecorate…