Well, I’ve moved again.
I’m sick of moving. Sick of it.
But, as always, I seem to have landed on my feet again.
This time I’ve made the shortest move of my life – from the third floor to the second floor. Same flat layout. Same room. Different floor (and flatmate).
My new flatmate is Mark. He’s a painter and decorator from Manchester. Excellent chap.
And I have broadband again, so I’ll try to keep this up to date.
-j