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

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