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Dreadful Nonsense

"I've read your blog. it's really funny. you should write a column." - Jon Ronson


Of course, I've just read that back and realised I've never mentioned moving flats before now. That's because I was worried about who might come across this blog and suddenly find out I'm moving out before I've even told them. My sister is moving over to Edinburgh at the end of June, and we've decided that it would be a terrifically good idea if we both found a lovely two bedroom flat and moved in together. I'd like to stay around the same price range that I pay for the flat I'm currently in, but apparently that's almost impossible, hence the letting agent's mirth.

So moving day is supposed to be on or around the 20th of June - check the coundown in the corner for the rest of the month, because I'm putting that there to panic myself - and between now and then I have to find someone to fill this room, find a flat for me and my sister, get all the references sorted, raise the deposit and move all my mountains of crap from here to whereever the hell I end up.

Like I said, I was filled with stress. But now, I get to sing Walk Through The Fire very loudly over and over, and that makes everything okay.

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