Check my new room at uni, it is ma-hoo-sive, so much so that Tom described it as being “so big it has gang rivalries between the East and West wings”. Our new house is great (so far, we’re all wary after last year), and its proximity to the supermarket and uni are really useful, even if we aren’t in town anymore.

The move took a lot longer than expected, a shade over 9 hours of practically non-stop packing, unpacking, and moving. We celebrated the move with Buck’s Fizz, and the ceremonial accidental setting off of the alarm. Then I got a migraine and just passed out in my room… on my double bed, sweet.

I’m really digging this new Blogger Images service, it does make things a lot easier now that I don’t have to use a 3rd party photo hosting service or Hello.

*Explanation of title* When we were signing over for the keys to the new house Tom wrote my name on every bit of paper so I had to sign them all, meaning that everyones keys are now my responsibility. Which was a bit mean, though quite funny. In the draw that we had for the rooms (6 bits of numbered paper in my hat) Tom got the smallest room (again) and I got the biggest, so take that Mayfield!

btw, I don’t believe in Karma, and hate it when people talk about it like science fact.