Hi there! Are you receiving from Yorkshire? You are?! Great!
I made it! Not without a few bumps along the way, but alas, I am here! In my last post I mentioned that the packing was a slow process, but you know what? It turned from a slow process to a 'OH MY GOD WE CAN'T FIT EVERYTHING IN THE VAN YOU HAVE TO CHOOSE WHAT TO LEAVE BEHIND!' process. My potted plants didn't make it. My cake stand didn't make it. My oven gloves didn't make it. I am using a tea towel to get things out of the oven and everyone knows that is DICING WITH DEATH!
It's not all bad, as the remaining bits are being driven up in a few weeks time when my chap joins me in our swanky new pad. Speaking of the pad... it's huge! Well, it's not that huge, but when you've come from a majorly over-priced bedroom in South London with six people sharing a tiny kitchen and one bathroom, a place to your own feels positively palatial. Our flat is in a converted Georgian house, and after referring to my backlog of period dramas and Joe's architecture knowledge, we've established that our entire flat is made up of the house's original drawing room. You know, the place where the maid puts you before the Lady of the house skims down the stairs; cheeks freshly pinched to greet you. That said, we have enough room to swing a cat, which is great considering we couldn't swing a hamster before.