A small island

His plans to move to Brum move on apace. This week gone has seen the delivery of his new bed to the pad. It is enormous and slightly larger than a number of island nations. As the delivery driver noted "how many birds you planning on having in this thing?"

Meanwhile in Bristol he is, temporarily, back in one his old flats and was delighted to discover, on moving in, that the last tenant has broken the freezer and generally left the place in a not very good state. We suspect the return of his deposit maybe somewhat delayed.

So this weekend kicked off with some very tedious shopping for freezers, toilet seats and other bits and pieces before the rugby cheered him up no end. With the FEBs turned over at least Wales's season has not been a complete write off.

In a desperate attempt to appear somewhat less philistinish he went to see Nicholas Nickleby on Saturday night. Of course this was only because Becky was in it and the lovely Dennis was dragging him along. Quite good in parts he recorded although arse numbingly long.

On Sunday he decided to surprise his mother and went up to London to see her and the sister and family.
The mother did a passably good act at pretending she was glad to see him.

This week promises to be hectic as he gets the flat ready for letting out to his new tenants on Thursday whilst getting ready for his next holiday in Italy this Saturday.