The month that heather was away at times seemed like forever. But once I started at work, I had the anticipation of my first pay ( all of which would go into the payment for the first months rent), and the relief that we were no longer going deeper into savings that were meant for more fun times.
The flat move was another busy weekend. Once again commuting across the city with heavy bags, arriving in time to collect the keys, then off to the shops for rubber gloves and cleaning products, as our room needed a complete scrub down to make it feel like home. Two hot and sweaty hours later I was done, and there was still time to bus into the shops to get the essential bedding and basics so I could sleep that night. Back home to wash and dry everything, and by 8pm the bed was made and I sunk into, at last feeling like we had a base for the rest of our time in London, and relieved not to have to be moving again for awhile at least. I later calculated that I had been travelling for 99 days, so it was a good feeling to unpack and settle in.
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| The British Museum |
Then I had only 1 more weekend before Heather flew back. This provided just enough of some much needed down time, settling in to the big brother house, and feeling like I could finally relax and take breath.
I now had a very comfortable 50 minute work commute, with a pleasant walk for 20 minutes, and a tube ride on a stretch that would always get me a seat. Oh happy days.
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| Portobello Road |
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| Trafalgar Square |
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