My New Home

I moved in today. Huzzah for a room and for England. Nothing here, I have discovered, is as simple as I think it should be. Perhaps this is my colonial backwardness, but I sincerely believe that stuff here just takes more effort. Like my struggles to get a mobile, this proved to be a challenge. Well, its not England’s fault really, but I am here aren’t I? So off I go to my new house. There aren’t any keys. Wait a minute, didn’t my lease start today? Well yes, yes it did, but apparently you have no keys. Okay… odd. So off with the spares. No key to the front door, needing a total of three keys to access my room. So back to the lodge. Isn’t that odd. So back up to the building with a porter with a master key. Into my house. Moved in, but can’t lock the door to the apartment suite. Ah well, hope we don’t get burgled. Its a bit dank, but its mine.

Am exhausted but currently off with the hildabeasts for drinks with some Lincoln peeps… hopefully some male, and I am surprisingly looking forward to seeing these girls I just met.