It's going to be one of those mega updates again. See, life happens when you're not paying attention. Since I last dribbled on about diamond earrings and hen-nights a few things have happened. For one, we've had an offer accepted on a flat. That is all I will say on the matter at this point because I am so supremely paranoid that something will go wrong, I am going to have to leave it at that. Except to say it's a corker of a place in West Hamstead and really oh, I've said too much already. That's all for now. I will post ad naseum updates galore on the ins and outs of the legal process, the chin dragging bore of the packing, the anticipated peel-off-my-own-skin hell of the move and all the wonderful idiosyncrasies of banks, lawyers and estate agents in between but for now, let's say: What a freaking result for the home team!
Meanwhile back at the ranch, we've had another kind of move - a desk move this time and one that I managed to side step completely by being away for it on that delicious Yoga retreat in The Canary Islands. While I was saluting the sun and locking bandhas, some poor sod was given the hapless task of packing my desk up which has a unique organic filing system not even the most severe compulsive obsessive could cope with.
Another result I think you'll find. I could get used to avoiding all manner of responsibility. I could be onto something.
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