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The distant sound of the occasional passing Eurostar train is far preferable to the all too regular and alarming sound of planes beginning their approach to Heathrow.
Obviously, with double-glazing I barely hear the trains either, but when out and about the gentle woosh is quite pleasant. In London you get used to the very unnatural sound of constant planes, but since moving down here I haven’t actually seen one.
When waiting at the station it’s a whole different ball game. The Eurostar trains are like a tornado ripping through the place, especially if on the platform next to the tunnel they come flying out of. But it’s exciting more than annoying.
February 7th, 2008
Not all milk has to be purchased from the supermarket, or from the all-night corner shop. There are still milkmen out there. You can still wake up to a bottle on your doorstep, without fear of someone stealing it. The only difference from my previous experience of milkmen (BL - Before London) is that the ‘Use By’ date is embossed on the little foil lid now.
Of course in the old days we had full-fat milk in tall bottles. Now we’re getting skimmed milk, which the milkman scoffed at and called ‘dishwater’.
January 17th, 2008
So against all the odds 2007 eventually ended happily with a move to Kent. We’re still settling in to our new space. Still getting used to all the extra rooms. Still figuring out that we can’t get away with spillages on carpet the same as we could on wooden floors.
I have an office, which since Christmas Day also includes a water cooler. This along with the big desk, new printer, phone, in/out tray, big clock, etc. makes it feel like a proper workplace, which I think is what I need to make me knuckle down as if I was in someone else’s office.
Obviously a plumber is coming in 5 days to rip up the floor and make an unholy mess in the name of a new boiler, but at least it is the quiet period in my working year. Just one Christmas wedding to finish off and then it’s time to take stock and get ready for the summer.
But I do intend to post again before then. Honest.
January 2nd, 2008
The sign says ‘Sold’, but right now nothing could be further from the truth. A crack, an observant surveyor, and an even more observant structural engineer have conspired together to take a spanner to our dream of escaping London. Dodgy drains appear to have unsettled a corner of our house, and with unsettling comes insurance hell and buyer disinterest and possibly saying goodbye to our lovely cottage in the country for the foreseeable future.
Depressed doesn’t even begin to describe our current state of mind.
July 2nd, 2007
