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[vyvyanx]

Mmm, things over the last few days, let me see. I continue to convey the contents of my college room to our flat bit by bit. Only have a few more bagfulls of books to bring, all my tapes and cassette players, a suitcase of clothes, a vast quantity of paperwork that I shall go through and try to throw away most of, and my computer (which I will need help with!). I shall take the opportunity to get rid of (to a charity shop) various horrible ornaments which well-meaning friends and relatives have given me over the years. I'm not really an ornament person. I have, however, brought my lava lamp to our flat. We sat last night getting drunk watching Red Dwarf episodes nicked from the web, with the lava lamp going next to us. :-)
On Friday night, surje had a party at his place in Chesterton. It was excellent; there were many people there (eg. grahamb, alixandrea, firewoman, shekhmet) including an American guy (who I _think_ is dreamserpent) who I met at GB's housewarming the other week. He got particularly drunk and was quite amusing, though I think he managed to annoy several people. Films were watched; cats were petted; drink was drunk...all very nice. Became sleepy after a while, and sj kindly said we could stay over in the spare room upstairs. So I went and fell asleep up there in one of the two single beds. G, it seems, decided to stay up for ages and drink far too much. I awoke about 7am, rather cold, to find that G had come to bed, and had somehow managed to pull the duvet off me onto the floor, then passed out half-dressed lying across both single beds (there was a gap of a foot or two in between them!).
The next day, he unsurprisingly had a terrible hangover which he complained about for hours. sj then gave us a very welcome hand conveying some furniture we'd bought from the Salvation Army shop the few hundred yards up the road to our flat, in his car. (I had been reluctant to pay an extra charge for delivery by the shop, but it was slightly too far for us to just carry the stuff.) He then departed, and we attempted to get a large wall unit up three flights of narrow stairs, around several tight corners, to our flat. Alas, we failed, weaklings that we are. After superhuman efforts, we had got it up two flights of stairs (if only we lived in one of the other two flats! it would have been easy then), but could not get it round the last winding staircase. We gave up at last, and G rang robinbloke to beg for urgent help (the unit was at this point entirely blocking access to the second floor flat and our own staircase). With great generosity (having just got back from London the previous night, and being very tired) he came and rescued us from our crisis: the wall unit was manhandled up the last flight (to the detriment of the paint on the walls, but never mind!) and into our flat. Hurray! It is now sitting next to me and full of books and lava lamps and stuff. We also got a small desk (much easier to get up the stairs) which I will ultimately put my computer on.
Today, G has gone back to his place in Chesterton to tidy up and clean curtains and carpets and stuff, for the check-out inspection tomorrow. With luck they may get _some_ of their deposit back. Here, I have been hoovering and doing laundry and cleaning the bathroom and washing up and shopping, in sympathy with G. It is very noisy here. Just a little while ago, the washing machine's spin cycle was competing with both the fire engine sirens outside and Slayer on the CD player.