Big Move
Great long pause in blogging is because we have finally moved house and so we are bereft of internet. Because of course back here in Edwardian Britain you cannot expect to move your internet seamlessly from one dwellingplace to another. In fact, you cannot even expect your phone line to move seamlessly from one dwelling to another. No, that would entail your NOT USING BRITISH TELECOMS, which is impossible to do. Even if you get your line rental from another company, if you move house, you have to move your line rental back to BT, then sit with them for another 12 months – unless you want to pay £75 for breaking the 12 month contract – and then move your line rental and broadband package back to whatever hopeless broadband package provider you were originally with. Because they are all hopeless. Come back, Hong Kong, beautiful wired island of the liberated electronic future – all is forgiven!
Our house is beautiful and our saddo Ikea furniture looks even sadder in it, but now we have no money to buy better furniture. We spent this month’s portion on a new Bosch tumbledryer, because the old dryer that was left in the house was like the prototype of a dryer that someone designed in, oh, say, 1850, and mocked up in the hope that some day the technology would be created that would actually make it work. It is in every way dryer-like, except that when you put your clothes in and press the Start button, your clothes do not get dry. In fact nothing happens, except that the room gets a little warmer from the energy you expend venting your feelings on the subject of outmoded dryer technology.
Bought the new one online from the Coop and, get this: we ordered it on Monday and it arrived on Tuesday, earlier than the time they said they would deliver it. I’m stunned. Efficient effective service. What is this? I don’t understand. It has shaken my worldview.
There is so much to be done. Luckily it is kids’ half-term next week so I have the week off. Unfortunately, we are off to Porto tomorrow with little sis – which will be lovely, but I am dying to get the house more sorted.
News seems to have spread around the school playground like wildfire that we have finally moved. Total strangers are coming up to LSS in the playground and commiserating with him re how difficult it is to heat big rooms with high ceilings and those huge Georgian windows – ha ha ha! – even though he has never said anything to them about the house. But somehow everyone knows which one it is. A primary school playground is a very small place.
Our house is beautiful and our saddo Ikea furniture looks even sadder in it, but now we have no money to buy better furniture. We spent this month’s portion on a new Bosch tumbledryer, because the old dryer that was left in the house was like the prototype of a dryer that someone designed in, oh, say, 1850, and mocked up in the hope that some day the technology would be created that would actually make it work. It is in every way dryer-like, except that when you put your clothes in and press the Start button, your clothes do not get dry. In fact nothing happens, except that the room gets a little warmer from the energy you expend venting your feelings on the subject of outmoded dryer technology.
Bought the new one online from the Coop and, get this: we ordered it on Monday and it arrived on Tuesday, earlier than the time they said they would deliver it. I’m stunned. Efficient effective service. What is this? I don’t understand. It has shaken my worldview.
There is so much to be done. Luckily it is kids’ half-term next week so I have the week off. Unfortunately, we are off to Porto tomorrow with little sis – which will be lovely, but I am dying to get the house more sorted.
News seems to have spread around the school playground like wildfire that we have finally moved. Total strangers are coming up to LSS in the playground and commiserating with him re how difficult it is to heat big rooms with high ceilings and those huge Georgian windows – ha ha ha! – even though he has never said anything to them about the house. But somehow everyone knows which one it is. A primary school playground is a very small place.
posted by FBT at 9:17 am
6 Comments:
Nice when you move in, but agony while you are waiting - and you have had a prolonged wait! Enjoy the half term. My kids are coming down today for a week too. Can't wait.
PS word verification on this is fulmoni. I wish.
Sounds perfect, any chance of pictures? Even doctored so we can't make out any exact details!?!
Schools are amazing places for gossip. Too many idle minds.
PS my word verification - dembiro sounds like what you'd say if your pen broke at the bottom of your purse.
Name your kids after the Three Stooges and you should know what to expect ...
Glad that you have finally moved in!
PS My word verification is peterfsu. Someone's name?!
My word verification is nolings and I am tempted by Chinese Secretary reporting telephone activity but will resist.
As you have now moved and presumably changed your contents insurance over to the new address you may begin to see that Swintons are not so wonderful when they begin charging fees for everything.
I already think Swintons are not so wonderful as they have failed to correct the hundreds of things that they got wrong on my policy which the insurer will undoubtedly use as an excuse not to pay up should I ever have to claim. I am going up to Lavender Hill one of these weeks to give them a piece of my mind!
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