So here I was, looking forward to having a few days off over Easter to lounging about my multi-coloured flat, play some super Mario Galaxy 2 and think about what herbs and veggies I’d grown on my windowsills this summer when bang! The landlord calls: he’s selling my home and I need to get out pretty much as soon as (for various reasons I don’t believe this is a quickly acted upon plan, I think it’s been brewing for a while).
So now I have to spend my “relaxing” days hunting for a new home, saving money to pay for the inevitable costs associated with moving (even if it is just around the corner (hopefully literally around the corner)) and hoping that I’ve been nice enough to people that they won’t think it strange that I’m asking for help moving again.
Still, I might get somewhere less stair-heavy and more monochrome.
