Saturday, October 02, 2010
Back in Brockley!
The move was nothing short of an adventure - having agreed to finish working on the kitchen and bathroom and repaint the flat before I got in, this wasn't finished and on the morning of the move, they hadn't yet sorted out the tenancy agreement, so I was left sat in the flat in Chiswick with a big pile of stuff and two friends on tea duty helping to keep me from properly losing my temper on the phone each time the agency called me to say they still hadn't been able to sort out whether or not I had somewhere to live that night.
The call to say the move was going ahead came at five, which meant a frantic race across London to sign a Tenancy Agreement that I think has errors in it and to pick up the keys and then to beg other friends to help in a last-minute dash to get some stuff across.
Luckily, I have very awesome friends indeed and by ten, we were once again sat amidst a pile of boxes, this time in the new flat, which they've christened (on FourSquare of all things) as the Sky Citadel, laughing at the fridge that contained two bottles of wine and one block of butter (you can tell it's a gay man's flat...) and testing out the pizza setting on the oven.
So, um, apart from not being able to sort out any of the things you're meant to do when you move, I'm moved in, kinda, and James is hiring a van next weekend to help pick up my desk and shelves and then my Brockley rebirth is complete!