The Eagle Is In The Nest!

Good grief, it has been an awfully long time since I posted something here. I blame the move, which was just one fucking thing after another.

I had to move out of my place by the 31st of August, and we hadn't had word that Himself had the new place, officially. This meant sneakily moving my stuff into the new place's storage and staying at Himself's place. We then tried to get him packed, though not wanting to pack completely until we knew he had gotten the place, so the living out of boxes period would be as short as possible. This led to some frantic packing in the last few days before the move. That man has SO MANY BOOKS!

Seriously, about 15 boxes of them. His collection is intimidating. The local Waterstones has less than a quarter of the Sci-Fi books he has, it's madness!

We got in on a wednesday, sleeping on our nice new memory foam mattress, but with no bed frame. Like dirty hippies. The place was in total disarray for the rest of that week, as we had very little useful furniture, and lots of tat that even today can't find a home.

Then uni started back on the monday. Joy...

This meant that I have had little time since then to spend on unpacking and dealing with house stuff. We have a working kitchen that is mostly organised, and once we got our magnificent wall of bookcases put in, we now have a reasonably comfy living room (although it is full of empty boxes now). We got a fucking massive bed frame that looks lovely (Himself doesn't poke out the end of it like the last one!).

So, early rises have been hard to adjust to, and most of the time I have to force myself outside because our home has a magnetic pull to me, like it wants me to stay in and look after it. Perhaps it's just my nesting instinct kicking in.

Unfortunately, the stress of moving has contributed to problems. Himself and I were very down last week, things were pretty grim. We're both getting various forms of help though, and hopefully things will be ok again soon. However, in the vein of one fucking thing after another, we both have lurgy at the moment, so we're both a bit narky and feeling sorry for ourselves (along with consuming lots of medicine).

I am making the most of this by getting on with knitting our winter scarves, and he's been getting addicted to playing Dead Rising 2 on my Xbox. So we're at least keeping busy!