I think (fingers and toes crossed please), that I've found a flat. It's a lovely listed building opposite a huge great park in Glasgow. The flat itself is spotless, the owner is friendly (but not over-friendly) and it's an easy walk to the city centre, and thus an easy commute to work. I've emailed the owner to say that I'd like to take the room, so I'm just waiting for a reply! It would mean that my local pub would be at West, the brewery in the East End of Glasgow, which would be no bad thing! I had my very late lunch there with Holly today after the viewing, and could happily have sat through till closing time nursing pint after pint of their Hefferwiessen (sp?) if I didn't have to get back to my sister's for dinner.
I've been babysitting, though I'm sure it's more like child-minding for these two as they're getting so grown-up, the nephew and nieceling tonight. A quick watch of Father Christmas (they're equal opportunity holiday enjoyers), and then immediately into bed, means that I now have time to sit and write this before I head off to bed myself. My sister is sending me increasingly amazed texts at the fact that they're in bed, clearly ignoring the fact that she's raised some incredibly well-behaved kids who are an absolute dream to spend time with (much like a certain Edu, Floss and Tilda who were keeping me occupied in Lancaster before I moved up).
I've got my first day at the new-to-me shop tomorrow. I'm nervous as all-get-out, but quite looking forward to getting back to work after this week. It'll be nice to meet my new colleagues, though I'm missing my old shop in a pretty big way at the moment.
Carrying on without Ollie is tough, but manageable. There's been the odd moment where I've wanted to text him something other than "You've got my Frank Turner CD, please post it on", because I've seen something that would make him laugh, or that he'd appreciate, but I've managed to stop myself. Sacha now feels that he "stinks up the whole world" because he's "a stinky pants" who we "can have fun without", and I'm inclined to agree with her. She's a hell of a judge of character for a 3 year-old.
I've been babysitting, though I'm sure it's more like child-minding for these two as they're getting so grown-up, the nephew and nieceling tonight. A quick watch of Father Christmas (they're equal opportunity holiday enjoyers), and then immediately into bed, means that I now have time to sit and write this before I head off to bed myself. My sister is sending me increasingly amazed texts at the fact that they're in bed, clearly ignoring the fact that she's raised some incredibly well-behaved kids who are an absolute dream to spend time with (much like a certain Edu, Floss and Tilda who were keeping me occupied in Lancaster before I moved up).
I've got my first day at the new-to-me shop tomorrow. I'm nervous as all-get-out, but quite looking forward to getting back to work after this week. It'll be nice to meet my new colleagues, though I'm missing my old shop in a pretty big way at the moment.
Carrying on without Ollie is tough, but manageable. There's been the odd moment where I've wanted to text him something other than "You've got my Frank Turner CD, please post it on", because I've seen something that would make him laugh, or that he'd appreciate, but I've managed to stop myself. Sacha now feels that he "stinks up the whole world" because he's "a stinky pants" who we "can have fun without", and I'm inclined to agree with her. She's a hell of a judge of character for a 3 year-old.
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