So we've moved. Devizes seems nice so far, with a rad deli which sells chocolate faberge eggs amongst other things, and proper butchers etc. Also we have milk delivered in glass bottles(!), something I've not seen for many years. This makes up for the semi-constant drone of the firing range which is apparently very close. Nothing like a chorus of RPGs to help me concentrate on my extra boring work. Or maybe it's not the army, I forgot it was half-term.
Also I have spoken to several neighbours already, thus beating my London score of 3 in 3 years in a mere 3 weeks. I've even invited some round - it seemed like the thing to do. But Will has caused us to be self-exiled from our local, didn't take long.
But it's bastard cold outside the protective smogzone, and I can't seem to keep the fire going. In fact my extreme ineptitude in the face of owning a home is now coming to the fore - I couldn't find the gas meter until yesterday, and have so far managed to change one light bulb and sand down one shelf (piece of timber at the moment, I speak for its future use). I have been looking at the garden hopefully, but not actually doing anything in it yet. Like planting seeds in the enormo veg garden. Or constructing the compost bin rather than using plastic bags which keep it nice and stinky.
Which all begs the question, please can someone with an ounce of sense come and stay and teach me how to be an actual grown-up? No, Dan, this does not mean you.
