Early Sunday mulling....
Sunday, December 5th, 2004 03:17 amWeekends really don't produce anything of note to write about these days.
I think it's largely down to the fact that with the exception of
romney, everyone I used to know in the area has moved away over the past couple or three years. So if nothing else, a move may well be beneficial. Having said that, I don't know anyone in Totteridge either, apart from DT sans LJ. Speaking of whom, I am meeting him later today to discuss the minutiae if the move.
Such sordid topics as rent; that sort of thing.
Meanwhile, I have yet to start thinking about clearing rubbish from the garret, other than in the most unfocussed and inactive of ways. I do not know what to do with the video collection. To be honest I doubt whether most of them will ever get watched again, but I don't want to just throw them away. I thought about ebaying stuff, but Mrs Z's timing is exquisite. I lose a great deal of time over Christmas and the New Year, and expect to be busy packing and ejecting stuff in January. That means that realistically the damned stuff will end up traveling with me, although there's no reason why I couldn't ebay it all after the move. No reason except intrinsic inertia, of course.
romney has offered to store some stuff for me temporarily, for which offer I am grateful and will probably take advantage.
My biggest headache will be transport, I guess. I can drive, but haven't done so in the twenty years since I moved to London, and not only was it a long time ago, but Shropshire and the West Midlands is a far different driving environment that London and the South East.
Hire a man in a white van, I guess. More expense. Ho hum.
In the meantime, I have caught another mouse, and laid some fresh glue traps.
I shan't be sorry to see the back of those little bastards.
I think it's largely down to the fact that with the exception of
Such sordid topics as rent; that sort of thing.
Meanwhile, I have yet to start thinking about clearing rubbish from the garret, other than in the most unfocussed and inactive of ways. I do not know what to do with the video collection. To be honest I doubt whether most of them will ever get watched again, but I don't want to just throw them away. I thought about ebaying stuff, but Mrs Z's timing is exquisite. I lose a great deal of time over Christmas and the New Year, and expect to be busy packing and ejecting stuff in January. That means that realistically the damned stuff will end up traveling with me, although there's no reason why I couldn't ebay it all after the move. No reason except intrinsic inertia, of course.
My biggest headache will be transport, I guess. I can drive, but haven't done so in the twenty years since I moved to London, and not only was it a long time ago, but Shropshire and the West Midlands is a far different driving environment that London and the South East.
Hire a man in a white van, I guess. More expense. Ho hum.
In the meantime, I have caught another mouse, and laid some fresh glue traps.
I shan't be sorry to see the back of those little bastards.
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Date: 2004-12-05 02:34 am (UTC)The drivage part is the bit that concerns me most. I was always a comparatively nervous driver, and lacking 20 years' practice and none in London...
It gives I the fear.
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Date: 2004-12-05 02:24 am (UTC)What I meant was that I used to know a whole heap of people within stagger distance of here and the local watering hole. They have all gone over a period of 4-5 years.
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Date: 2004-12-05 12:45 pm (UTC)The smallest violin
Date: 2004-12-05 05:10 am (UTC)Save me that is! Still here you know.
(pauses to consider presence of self in SW9 might be reason everyone's moved on... nah!)
Of course, Clapham will not be the same without you.
The Cafe is bound to close; either for lack of business or because the surfeit of uneaten chips will cause the floor to collapse into the Northern Line below.
Likewise, the KFC will need to find another customer, or two or three medium ones. Or a dozen small ones.
The Laundrette will have fewer lost socks to herd, and the other users will be able to open a drier without the risk of being mugged by a Wolves foopball shirt the size of the Dome.
The little shop on Union road that materialised with the sole purpose of selling you Berkeley Red, milk, pop and choccy-bars will disappear (perhaps with the faintest sound of tardis-engine)
Your name will be inscribed on the Role of Honour of Departed Drinkers in the Manor - only to be immediately painted-over when they redecorate yet again (lemon yellow this time?)
Worst of all, Romney will have to start renting DVDs he wants to watch rather than having you bring them round. On the bright side, the ashtray in my front room can be discarded, and the caddy-shaped dent in the sofa might, given time, slowly fill in again...
We must all have hope. Or at least chocolate.
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