Last week was not my friend.

Last week left my questioning my decision to move house.

First I was greeted by a hole outside my door (actually my whole street was a hole), and apparently no one felt the need to put any sort of bridge between my door and the part of the road that was still intact. Also apparently it's completely acceptable to ask the person who lives on one side of the hole you just dug to 'jump' to the other side.
Good thing I'm a part-time acrobat.
Good thing I don't wear a pencil skirt to work.
Good thing that I'm not the most likely person to fall into a hole in the ground, IN THE WORLD.

I also forgot my phone that day so I had to go back, and apparently 'you're here a lot aren't you' is an acceptable thing to say to someone who's front door you're digging around. I'm here a lot? This isn't a bar, I live here! What are you doing here? How can you be standing 2 feet from my doorway all day and think it's noteworthy that I come here a lot?

Then I went out on Friday night and got in at 4am and was woken at 9am by what I could only describe as a small fair. Like with cheery music and shit. I've yet to work out exactly where in Brussels this could have been held, but I didn't appreciate it.

Also every time the kettle boils I think it's someone hoovering. Every. Single. Time. Even though the kettle is in my room and I will have switched it on 5 minutes prior to the noise, it always takes me a little bit of time to work out where that noise is coming from.

AND my phone isn't loud enough for me to hear it when I'm outside, but it's so loud that whenever it goes off when I'm at home, I have a little heart attack.
So loud that I smashed a glass in the sink in surprise the last time someone text me.
Because I dropped it - I don't just break glasses when I'm surprised.
That would be an inconvenient reaction to surprise.

That's probably enough complaining for now.
 Apart from having my life ruined by inanimate objects nothing has really happened, but everything's pretty good. So last week wasn't so bad I guess.

If you change the 'e' in pixelated to an 'i' to make it pixilated, then it means to be led astray by pixies. 
Best (incredibly common) typo ever. 

 I just couldn't not share this with you, she is so talented.

xx

All the doors in my life

are really hard to open. I mean, they're like horror film hard to open. If someone were to chase me into either my office or house, they'd just kill me as soon as I reached the door. People have actually stopped to help me open my office door before (it's just heavy and I'm tiny), and the keyhole on the door to my house just...it's just difficult to get the key in there and I'm not totally sure why. Even the lock on my room seems to require a very weird combination of terms. Basically what I'm saying is that I live in a very boring version of the Crystal Maze.

Moving house has come with so many exciting new experiences, like working out that the taps for the shower are on the wrong way round (it took 15 minutes and a great deal of swearing, but I got there), I don't know how this happened, I don't want to know how this happened, I don't know who installed the shower and I don't want to find out who installed the shower. I think it's for the best that we just forget what happened and move on.

Being too scared to open what I think is a door to the attic on my ceiling. Because when your house looks this much like the house at the end of the Blair Witch Project, you don't just go opening doors willy nilly.

Having a fully-fitted but completely non-operational shower in the corner of the room is a new one too, although it has made for the perfect place to keep my suitcase, so that's something.

Oh and the shelf above the sink is only fixed to the wall in the middle, so it falls to one side if you put something down on it too hard.

But I really like my new place, like really I do. Once I have a kettle I'm sure I'll like it even more.

Other exciting things are happening, mainly Francine is coming to visit me tomorrow, I'm going home in 2 weeks time and various other plans which should make February a very very good month.

I also went to Aldi. It was cheap, but you pay for the low prices in confusion at the lack of order and being served by people who scan things like their lives depend on it. Maybe they do. Maybe every month the person who scans the fewest number of items in an hour is shot. That would certainly cut costs.

Have a good weekend everybody.

xx