A personal best I think; two months, no update. Here I am, ta-dah, I have returned.
So much has happened! (It hasn't). My last blog entry was about moving so thought it only fair to update, I'm sure you've all been on the edge of your seats! I am pleased to say, I'm settling in to this whole living on my own thing. I'm sat here right now actually, in Casa de Pablo. The familiar smell of "chicken" from the rather questionable take-away next door is wafting through the window and the rude boys hanging around outside are being, well, rude. It's beginning to feel like home.
The first few days were a little weird, I couldn't shake that nagging feeling that I might, you know, go a little bit mental and start talking to myself? I've gone from constantly living with someone, being round people all the time to spending a lot more time by myself. It all feels very grown up.
That said, I'm ashamed to say the inevitable has happened; I forgot to pay a bill. The dreaded Council Tax, I was determined not to forget that one, I've read about lots of old people who have been put into prison for not paying (no really!), or is that there were refusing to pay? Either way, The woman was a right frigin' bitch on the phone and I could tell she was really judging me. I tried my best "I'm-just-a-little-bit-simple" voice, she was having none of it.
I've met the neighbours. My front door key was playing up so had to do the rounds of the building asking if anyone had a spare. I have come to the conclusion that pretty much all of them are slightly un-hinged, oh, except the couple downstairs who seemed quite nice. They didn't have a spare key, therefore were pretty useless, but they were nice none the less.
There's not really anything more to say really, oh except I've got a land line telephone, oooh yeah! Very grown up I hear you say...oh and it's a cordless! OK I'll stop now.
