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Hallo there world. Ahoy. How are things with you?
I definitely dove right off the bloggin’ wagon a little while back. I do wonder if I enjoyed my Facebook departure a little too much; I kept bang up to date with Instagram, Twitter and Snapchat for a wee while, but then I decided (entirely involuntarily) that my time would be best spent Worrying. This was super inconvenient since I suddenly had lots going on that I could convince myself to have a good old worry about. Urghhhhh I suppose what I’m saying is that I’m just ridiculous and I like to hide in my little bed-cave with my fluffy cushion and tend to my Neko Atsume kitties rather than deal with real life. Sometimes. Lately. I am 35 now, by the way, going on 15.
We did go on a wee holiday. That was nice. We are moving house TOMORROW AFTERNOON and our holiday started one day after we collected new keys, and ended one week before the moving van was booked. But we didn’t have time to stress about packing boxes in our little studio cottage in the Peak District. I spent my birthday there and C smuggled in some lovely gifts and even a Chinese takeaway. Not bad in rural Derbyshire.
It was nice to escape reality for a while, but I’ve been back in its horrifying embrace for nearly a week now and the hair-fine thread that’s connecting me to it is verrrrrrrry precarious. Pretty much, junk food and crime podcasts/documentaries have been keeping me from retreating to the Bed Cave forever. (Also have you ever watched documentaries about cave diving? It’s fascinating and weird.) C is probably putting up with a lot.
Poor Vulpe is surrounded by boxes and confusion. I am also surrounded by boxes and confusion.
So anyway we have to move house because the landlady is selling. I always knew that was the deal, it’s been just under two years since I moved in. We’ve snagged a lovely (and big) “lower ground floor” (basement) flat in lovely south Manchester, my beloved leafy Whalley Range. It has a full size dishwasher, a dining table, utility room, underfloor heating and moisture sucking air devices. It has a small private garden and its own entrance. I am pleased with the selection. I just hate this last-minute limbo so much that I might cry on a bus or in a shop. BUT I WON’T, BY THE WAY. Everything is so totally fine. Thumbs up. A-ok.
Life’s been throwing some other interesting bits and pieces at me lately. The new job is…..not entirely what I expected. I am due to return to my studies in September too. Am I ready? Am I chuff. La la la.
The best part is that I love my Bed Cave so much and now we have an actual cave in which to live. There are windows in every room, too. So maybe my plants won’t die.
So there it is. An entirely pointless post, but some pretty pictures. If there is another side for me, I’ll see you all on it. AHOY.