As promised in the first post I am a champion moaner and there is nothing I do better than describe how the world has chosen to conspire against me on that particular day. I will now attempt to describe my move into a new house and a new type of life as I have begun University in this unique style of mine!
When making the decision to move away from home everyone is pre-warned that it will take a lot of getting used to and it’s a major upheaval and that it may seem very strange at first… Well the people handing out these warnings weren’t kidding were they! One minute I’m happily living at home, 2-3 meals a day provided, a comfortable surrounding and a quiet and peaceful life, and the next I’m in a house 2 hours down the road with the job of getting myself up and to University on time, keeping myself tidy, looking after my own medication, feeding myself, and many more things that frankly take time I never seem to have, and whilst I’m living with 2 of my friends that I have known since school, 1 of them is a certified maniac which isn’t exactly great for someone who’s used to the quiet life and a lot of peace.
So settling in was always going to be a bit of a challenge even before the tide turned and everything started to go wrong… Mid-way through our first week of living in our new home we lost all hot water and central heating, my printer was blankly refusing to communicate with my computer, the microwave and kettle were unusable, we found the oven to be about as powerful as a Joe McElderry punch and the washing machine seemed determined to make everything fluffier and dirtier than before we put the clothes in it. The next thing on the list of what refused to work was our wireless broadband… We’re paying for 20MB download speed and for the first month we were getting less than 1MB. Now I’m no expert but I’m fairly confident that’s not up to scratch because there’s a fair difference between 1 and 20 whichever way you look at it.
Of late my television has also stopped working properly, the fridge has started sinking into the kitchen floor due to what could be a mouldy floor-board or the gateway to another dimension, we still have a broken radiator despite the new boiler and running hot water after a 2 week absence, the light chord in the bathroom is looking rather miserable as it hangs by its last thread, and Smith has had to invent some kind of special technique similar to a secret handshake to close his window as and when he needs to.
Most recently, up to and including today, things are starting to look a bit brighter, even in the gloomy place that I inhabit, I have devised a system for taking home as much of my washing as possible, a new telly is on the way, Smith and his window are getting by and the light chord is still hanging on for dear life bless it. Between us we’ve come up with a theory about using the oven that goes something like ‘double the time on the pack’ or ‘just stick it on full power’ and the fridge hasn’t quite done a Rose Tyler and disappeared off to a parallel world yet, which is fortunate as the eggs run out tomorrow and I have no idea when it might get back. The Broadband is particularly pleasing though as a combination of moaning to the tech department and a new signal boosting aerial have got our download speed up to an impressive point, so as promised Michael… Fair play Virgin Media, you haven’t done too badly this time.
Now the fact I’ve started talking positively is definitely a sign to call it a night before an outbreak of cheerfulness spoils my current mood!
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