sheldrake

Been feeling a bit low ever since the move. Not sure if it's really connected, and if so it's probably just the unsettledness and the slight sense of anticlimax that comes after you've been working towards something. Most likely it's just, you know, one of those things. Anyway, I can't really be bothered to move or do anything. Ever.

I do like the house though. :) I'm just finding it difficult to get excited about anything. I have, basically, of late lost all my mirth. Which, as Hamlet said, like really sucks. I have taken to my bed. Fair enough really, as it's bedtime.

I just deleted a bunch of stuff about shower curtains, because it was just so incredibly boring.

Good things though! I was going to get a dining table and chairs delivered from Argos and pay about 200 quid for them and then have the pleasure of putting them together myself. But just before I did this, the church down the road put a table and four chairs outside on the pavement with a note saying £25 for the lot. They smell rather of old furniture at the mo, but I think they might be quite nice once sanded down and recovered etc. And even when I don't ever get around to doing that, they're still not at all bad.

I thought i had another good thing, but I've forgotten it. Never mind.

I took some pictures when I moved in, but most of them are just of cardboard boxes and chaos. Here are a few that aren't terrible though:



All the furniture has moved since I took this:



Nice bathroom. :)



Poppies in my garden:



Now this is cool. My house has a sealed room! There is no door, and you can only see in via this window:



And when you look in, this is what you see:



It's a little pantry. With no door. Quite obviously containing an evil spirit of some kind.

And that is all for now.