The Truth Shall Make Ye Fret

Oh, yes, we moved house - thanks in no small part to Mr and Mrs Buchan and their Car of Vastness. The new house is lovely, though slightly strewn with boxes (which we must, at some point, Deal With).

I am inexpressibly pleased with living in a house once more. I have in the past said that I would not be truly happy living in a flat, and while it did not at the time seem so very bad, as soon as I was again in a house with stairs and a front door I was filled with an immense sense of well-being and relief. Admittedly part of it may be relief at getting out from under the uncaring, unlawful, negligent, incompetent excuse for a letting agency known as Sanderson James, but even putting that aside, it's just so much nicer on every level. And it has two levels!

The lovely diegoliger has been busying himself about the place with Interior Design and Layout, so if anyone cares to visit and finds the arrangement at all appealing the credit must go entirely to him. Apart from the sofa. I bought that.

I own a sofa and a bin and have built a chest of drawers. I am a man now.

Spoke to landlord's representatives re state of the flat. Sounds like everything will be addressed quickly enough bar some perculiarities.

Weirdness the First: Apparently before going on the market with Sanderson James, the flat was advertised by Edward Mellor. It turns out that Edward Mellor still have the keys - including apparently the only copy of the mailbox key - and for no reason that anyone can discern have a standard 28-day turnaround on going to the cupboard and getting the keys. So no post for a while then. Luckily the postbox is so full that any new post sticks out the top where we can fish it out. Unluckily, the postbox is so full that any new post sticks out the top where anyone can fish it out.

Weirdness the Second: The communal areas of the property used to be run by a Management Committee. Unfortunately not too long ago the chair of the committee died (!) and the committee disbanded. This means that currently nobody is responsible for cleaning or maintaining the communal areas - including the faulty lighting. In fact, this is the only reason we're even here; the landlord really wanted to sell the flat but apparently you cannot get a mortgage for a flat with no Management Committee so no bugger would buy it.

She seemed like a genuinely nice agent, though I think she didn't put the phone down properly; after hanging up I could hear her in the distance saying "Well! What a nice, friendly-" I guess they mostly have to deal with tenants shouting blue bloody murder about how they can't have a dog in the house or whatever.

ps SEND ME YOUR PHONE NUMBERS

As may be gleaned from diegoliger's journal - our tenancy application was successful! We will be moving into the apartment next weekend.

Hoorays!

Onoes!

*panic*

To summarise:

Saw Harry Potter 5: V good. Have not read book so do not know of any glaring omissions, but the film itself functions perfectly internally and does not leave any obvious holes. Also the militant music had me tapping the sound of drums a lot.

Have also watched Pan's Labyrinth. It is fucked up. I like it. Remain confused as to why Pan is mentioned in the translated title (the literal translation being The Faun's Labyrinth which makes more sense since the faun is not named as Pan at any point).

Have decided to move in with bacony and the_prince. Commute will now involve no motorway. Would 14 miles be too far to bike?

Apparently there is only one Cordova Avenue in all of Britain, fancy.

stsquad has a PS3. It is awesome. Am tempted to buy one for new place (though XBox 360 is a close runner also). Am also tempted to buy flat HDTV for new room. Will have to do something with old TV. Wonder if it is bigger than K&V's.

Have become Bridget Jones apparently.