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Just now I should be continuing my big post-Whitby project (fanfare, please) - house tidying. Thrilling, eh? It needs done, though, and has done since I moved in here. "Here" is a typical Glasgow tenement - i.e. rabbit hutch-sized former slum housing just a perfect size for one (as long as you don't want luxuries like a kitchen you can turn around in). Unfortunately it is most definitely too small for two.
It was never meant to have two in it either - The Emperor Penguin (partner and best-beloved) bought it for himself 3 years ago and didn't plan for having me move in a couple of months later. It wasn't my fault (honest) - the flat I was renting suddenly had no water and the landlord couldn't be arsed fixing it and then two and a half years later we kind of had to admit that I'd moved in and it was probably time to unpack the boxes. And after the boxes were unpacked then came the various alligators, badgers and shoggoths that cause all the mess (well, it certainly isn't me that turns everywhere I live into a tip so there must be *some* logical cause for it. Stands to reason). And now it's time to try and fit everything in a bit more efficiently. At the minute the only flat space clear of mess is the bed and two chairs. Not a word of exaggeration - there *is* no floor, only a morass of books, magazines, clothes and general stuff and if you think I'm kidding about the wild-life in it then you try leaving some important object unattended and see how quickly it disappears.
I start a new job next Monday and with any luck the place will at least *look* like it's fit for human habitation before then. And then (fanfare again) we can possibly have visitors for the first time since living here!
It was never meant to have two in it either - The Emperor Penguin (partner and best-beloved) bought it for himself 3 years ago and didn't plan for having me move in a couple of months later. It wasn't my fault (honest) - the flat I was renting suddenly had no water and the landlord couldn't be arsed fixing it and then two and a half years later we kind of had to admit that I'd moved in and it was probably time to unpack the boxes. And after the boxes were unpacked then came the various alligators, badgers and shoggoths that cause all the mess (well, it certainly isn't me that turns everywhere I live into a tip so there must be *some* logical cause for it. Stands to reason). And now it's time to try and fit everything in a bit more efficiently. At the minute the only flat space clear of mess is the bed and two chairs. Not a word of exaggeration - there *is* no floor, only a morass of books, magazines, clothes and general stuff and if you think I'm kidding about the wild-life in it then you try leaving some important object unattended and see how quickly it disappears.
I start a new job next Monday and with any luck the place will at least *look* like it's fit for human habitation before then. And then (fanfare again) we can possibly have visitors for the first time since living here!
