Sunday, April 26, 2015


Argh, high hopes again! A couple that had previously looked at the house came round again yesterday, along with a builder/carpenter guy. It was terrifying, plus I again had trouble with getting too excited about the whole deal. I'm trying not to be too optimistic, so we're going to go ahead with the renting and just take the sale if/when it happens.

Felix's new favourite game is to grab Henry's discarded clothes and bring them to me, and then make squeaky noises at me until I put them on him. Then he prances around giggling, maybe pretending to be Henry? It is funny.

The dudes are definitely spending more of their time together playing, rather than fighting and screeching at each other... Eh, who am I kidding, there's lots of that, too. But I definitely feel like Felix is finally approaching a phase where he and Henry can interact as nearly equals, which is wonderful and endlessly entertaining for all parties.

What else? My weekend in Reykjavik with Edda was AMAZING - I took zero photos, though, sorry. I honestly wasn't sure if I'd enjoy the drag queens, but they were great. My highpoint was when a couple of them sang 'Total Eclipse of the Heart', which was a karaoke staple when we lived in London, so that brought back lots of memories. They even sang it in the same style as we used to, ie. shouting the hell out of the last couple of choruses 'I REALLY NEED YOU TONIGHT! FOREVER'S GONNA START TONIIIIIGHT! FOREVER'S GONNA START TONIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHT! Ahem.

Anyway, apart from that awesomeness, we went to some cool bars, and ate some amazing food, and slept in til 12, and ate lollies and watched trashy tv in our hotel room. It was basically perfect, I feel like Edda is an alternate reality version of me, which makes it super fun whenever we get to spend time together.  I'm going to miss her so much when we leave!

Life is pretty much plodding on, otherwise. We had a public holiday for the first day of summer on Thursday (spoiler: it snowed, and is snowing again today, and if I wasn't already on my way out I would be full of desperation and longing for the sun). The boxes are getting picked up this week, so that's a massive thing to tick off the to-do list. Everything else is mostly sorting out paperwork and other such garbage - blech, who can be bothered with that?

Okay, I think it's time to go and do something useful... Hate this snowed in feeling - it's not like I would be outside in the garden anyway, but I still feel trapped when I don't even have the option.

Monday, April 13, 2015


We have packed - well, Ross did most of the work. We're getting the stuff shipped soon, then renting the house out on June 1st, if no one buys it before then.
So Ross and I were talking the other night about selling the house.

R: Do you even know where the deed to the house is?
O (slightly offended, because I spent ages sorting out paperwork): Yeah, of course!
O (looks at shelf where documents were - panics - looks at packing boxes): ...
R: It's been packed, hasn't it?

O: ... Yep.

In my defense, I did know where it was - in the purple plastic folder! Luckily, Ross packed in an organised fashion, and labelled the boxes as he went, so it was pretty easy to find.

What else? I decided that when finding a tenant, facebook is kind of great and probably just as good as actual references. I mean, with references, you can just get a friend to lie for you and pretend to have been your landlord/boss (hi Victoria!), but if you have a semi public facebook page, then I can see all kinds of clues to your general character. Yay technology.

Also, in a town this small, everyone knows everyone and their mum, so we can probably get a fair idea of what people are like just by listening to gossip*. And then when it comes down to it, it's probably always a gamble with tenants. But there's not too much that can be destroyed in our house (touch wood), so I think it'll all be okay.

* Although I wonder what people's impression of me would be based purely on gossip?

Henry has started doing this random weird sigh - he says he's not sad or anything, apparently he feels hot and it cools him down? Anyway, it sounds like the most passive aggressive annoyed noise. It grates on my nerves like you wouldn't believe, but I asked him to stop and then felt bad about squashing his personality. Hopefully he'll stop on his own.

In other news, there was a massive blizzard on Saturday. We were stuck in the house all day, and then on Sunday morning it looked like winter again. I keep expecting it to be spring, and then this happens and I get all disappointed.

If you lived on my street, you'd see my daily ritual of opening the front door, frowning, and then bitterly muttering 'spring?!' Sometimes I shake my fist at the sky. Good times.

Ooh, this weekend my friend Edda and I are going to Reykjavik to see RuPaul's drag race live! I've never actually watched the show, but I am definitely looking forward to a night out with my best Icelandic friend. We're going to stay in a hotel! And drink at bars! And eat food in restaurants! And watch drag queens! I AM EXCITED FRIENDS.

I think that's it for now. Gonna go and give some stuff away on facebook. Anyone want a vintage fridge that doesn't work? More to the point, do you feel like lugging that monster out of my basement? Anyone?