Neighbours..

Actually not going so well...

When I did eventually meet Next Door Neighbour Victoria, I was weeding the front garden.
( I say garden..ha ha ha ha....small area of crap vegetation outside the front door)

I had removed all the leaves and so on from around the rose, so was bleeding profusely, which blood I had smeared all over my face.  (whilst wiping the sweat off my forehead)

Also was covered in mud and dog poo.
Also had totally mad person hair and 3 day old clothes.

*sigh*

Rubbish Day

Well , yes, a whole new recycling thing.
I now have The Green Bin (garden rubbish and food)
The Blue Bin (absolutely everything else)
The Black Bin ( stuff that doesn't go in The Blue Bin, god knows what that is because The Blue Bin takes everything from glass to plastic)
On top of The Blue Bin (as a type of inserted caddy, is The Black Thingy , into which you put paper)
If I want a Kitchen Caddy Bin, I have to go and fetch it from somewhere which I have not yet located.
No bags are involved here..everything is just smooshed into the bins. They are very large wheelie bins.
I have managed to get rid  of an impressive amount of rubbish by arranging it in these bins.
I have thrown away an iron in The Black Bin, I know this is not correct and that I should take it to a WEEE place , but actually, I am quite fed up with moving and get over it already, will it kill the planet? Actually, just this week I do not care.

Dreaming Spires...

You may think Cambridge is the city of dreaming spires and punts along the river...actually it is the city of a broken washing machine and a schlep on the bus carrying a massive plastic bag full of washing and having to spend the afternoon in a room full of properly mad people and getting looks from the laundromat person when I couldn't open the fecking machine and said that I had not used a laundromat since I was a student.
Seeing as I know no one and am not actually going anywhere, I am not bothered if I wear the same clothes every day until the landlord fixes the washing machine. I am already impressed enough by the fact that the rental has a washing machine, a tumble drier , a dishwasher and a fridge.
It is The Hubby.
He has to go to work, obviously, but believe me, he will never run out of shirts, he has thousands of them.
Ditto trousers and jerseys..I have no space in the wardrobe.
It is the undies.
He has 'summer undies' and 'winter undies'
god forbid he should be reduced to wearing 'summer undies' in winter.

I could, of course wash the washing at home...but then I would have to hang said washing all over the house on the radiators and it would take forever to dry. Bad enough we are not 100% organised in the Almost Acceptable house, and then I would have to look at 'winter undies' hanging in every room? I think not.

Missing....

Missing Broken Ankle Man and Lovely Wife Jo... Missing Gay Charity Shop Man and The Worst Pub in The World and The Gorgeous Son and Dr Lauren....and Hoppy and Meisie, How am I ever going to be a Cambridge person?
I will have to buy a bicycle with a basket and learn to be a pretentious twat.
OK....not such a big step for me actually...

Cambridge Buses

OMG so not like London!
There seems to be no oyster card system, so everybody pays to get on the bus.
In London, no bus driver will ever speak to you, he/she will certainly never give you change, or will tell you where your stop is...here...everyone has a big team chat with the driver, searches for their money, drops their wallet, can't find their bus pass...drives me nuts!
Thank goodness we are going to buy a car.
A car in London is a problem. Out in the country, it seems to be a necessity.

 So far it is not going well . The Hubby wants to buy a big macho shithead SUV type thing..all I want is a golf type thing.
For now, walking and buses are the way I am going.
Also, people talk to you on the bus..scares me to death! I am used to Hardened Londoners that would only speak if the bus was on fire.
Nonetheless, I can now find my way around using the bus, also, the 500 mile walk thing is back in place. Took a walk to the local shop today, looked for a shortcut home that took me about 20 mins.
Still and all...walking is good for you.
Luckily the weather has improved.
I was fed up with house stuff today, so I did some garden tidy up  stuff.
Pricked my fingers and hands on the roses, and knelt and stood in dog poo that was hidden by the long grass.
Have  found a garden service on Gumtree.
The washing machine has a broken door , so the dog poo jeans are stinking up the laundry basket.
Wash them by hand I hear you say? No, perhaps not.
I have more important things to do.

Sad Squirrel story

While I was doing the inventory thing, poor dear Meisie came into the garden, hopped right up to me.
I had tears in my eyes.
Have not yet seen a single squirrel in Cambridge.
I made the ex Landlord promise that he would ask prospective tenants if they liked squirrels.
I feel really sad :(
Maybe if there are ever squirrels here in Cambridge, I should not get over involved.
What will happen when Hoppy returns if and when it eventually gets cold here?
How is it possible to get so attached to a flipping squirrel??

Going back..

Had to go back to Surbiton today to do the rental inventory check out.
2 and a half hours!
 That fuckwit estate agent is the most anal person I have ever met. Nice, she is really strangely nice, but she actually STUCK HER HEAD in the oven, which I had cleaned like I have never cleaned an oven before...and with her upside down head , with the oven light switched on, she declared there was some 'baked in grease'
It was downhill from there , as you can imagine. She even inventoried the bloody garden.
Luckily, our (now ex) Landlord is a sweetie pie and even he was rolling his eyes at one stage.
The new landlord, bless him, is so casual that an incoming inventory only consisted of telling The Hubby where the gas and electric reading meter things are.
So, basically have lost a whole day of unpacking.
Am knackered now .
 Am watching a programme about a 74 stone woman who squashed her nephew to death.
Yes, I know.