Well I’m all moved. Goodbye Clapham Junction, hello North London!
I’ve acquired a new TV, computer, video, duvet and iron in the process (Toby & Piers’ left goods) considerably bulking up my belongings. I don’t think Len was quite prepared for the sheer volume of stuff when he said I could stay. Oh well, you can almost
see the TV and the boxes don’t completely
obscure the light in the lounge.
I forgot to mention that Will rang yesterday. He is really missing me. Rock! Apparently some random Canadians asked him or a threesome (need I remind you, Gentle Reader, that homosexuality is an offence in Malaysia punishable by flogging…) which he dutifully turned down, oh, and he has sun burn. I told him to buy some aloe vera and not to talk to strange men unless he wanted a sound thrashing. He’s back tomorrow night and I’m meeting him at the airport. What? Don’t look at me like that.
p.s. I hurt my back last night. I’m sure I was lifting with my knees.