Wednesday, 20 October 2010

I have to live with a boy.....

I've been bad again. Although it is not an excuse, but the last couple of months have been a bit hectic. Work, holidays, work, house hunting, work, work, a bit more work, and house furnishing.



So to give you all a quick update... Househunting got progressively worse. I had seen EVERYTHING on the market, and it was all rubbish (too expensive, tiny, not what we wanted, ex council - just to give you a flavour, we were looking for a two bed flat with a garden. I was shown a 1 bedroom with a "study". Said study was a conservatory with a table in it. When I asked where the chair was I was told that there wasn't space. And they wanted £1350 pm. What a joke).



So the boyfriend and I abandoned the search, booked a wonderful holiday (5* Rhodes Spa Hotel - I read 5 amazing books, got a fantastic tan, and ate/drank/slept far too much). On our return I reluctantly went to look at ANOTHER flat, totally disinterested and prepared to hate it on sight.



Oh, how wrong I was. I LOVED it . It is in a lovely place (off Queenstown Road) it has 2 proper double bedrooms, a garden, living room, kitchen, bathroom and as none of my homes have ever been complete without at least one idiosyncracy there is one problem (only access to garden is through the bathroom) but it is not so bad that it becomes a dealbreaker (the toilet is in a separate room - and as I pointed out to the Boyfriend, how often do you decide to shower when having friends round for a barbeque?).



So we move next week. It is unfurnished and so we have embarked on a beg, borrow, steal mission from both our long suffering families (and have been rather successful - chest of drawers, wardrobe, mattress - although my stepmother keeps trying to fob us off with frankly, rather useless/unimportant things - a gravy boat, and large box of, mainly broken, Christmas decorations to name but two).

The other fascinating thing was how much the Boyfriend and I differed on flat necessities. Without delay, the Boyfriend immediately bought a 42" plasma for over £500. I went to Lom Bok, got a lovely mirror in the sale, got a hand knitted throw, and some lovely prints to frame. Neither of us felt the immediate need of getting a bed, sofa, pans, shelves. But at least we will be warm in our throw, sat on the floor watching an enormous TV.



The main thing we are now currently lacking is a sofa (and gosh, aren't they expensive!). Even Ikea are asking upwards of £400 for one! Don't even get me started on DFS - hundreds for a hideous, overstuffed monstrosity, that is not only an eyesore, but less comfortable than a park bench.


The Boyfriend suggested getting one from Tesco. He sold it to me wonderfully, telling me "they look a bit weird, and the reviews say they are all really uncomfortable, but they are only £200". Great.



So we are resorting to Ebay. Fingers crossed. I promise I shan't leave it so long to give you the update.

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