Happy Bed Day To Me

Finally. I've actually got furniture. My flat is starting to feel like a home.

The sofa delivery was straight forward, they just turned up and lugged it upstairs in pieces, then put it back together and left. The downside is that I haven't finished painting the living room, so I have to wrap them up in dust sheets and try not to get them painty. The upside is that they are amazing. The sofa is long enough for my boyfriend to fully lie down on and he is just over 6ft tall. The armchair is very cosy too. It's the most comfy armchair I have ever curled up in. In fact it was so good that I read two books in it the day I got it.

The bedroom delivery from Ikea was not so straight forward. They got lost. They then phoned up to say they weren't delivering because of a road block. I had to call them back to tell them the road block is for a totally different road and talk them through directions on the phone. Finally it arrived. Unfortunately the boxes were too heavy for me to move and open without squishing myself so I had to do without furniture. The boyfriend surprised me by taking the afternoon off work and turning up to help me put the stuff together. It's so nice now it's all together. Unfortunately the bed squeaks as the joints are metal on metal so I'm going to try putting some WD40 in its nooks and crannies. Amusingly my Dad phoned while the boyfriend was helping me (read: actually doing all the work himself) put up the bed. I proudly told my Dad that the boyfriend was being amazing and assembling my bed, who shouted "well thats not without self interest is it?" on the other end of the phone loud enough for the boyfriend to hear. Mortifying!

I have the rest of the weekend working behind a bar to try and make up for all the cash I'm spending. Fortunately it's less than a month until student loan day. Hurrah!

Lily xXx

Lost Cable

The birthday cake went down so well. I even remembered to take a picture, although admittedly this was after half the thing had been eaten, but who can blame me for getting carried away in the excitement of the moment? Unfortunately I've put the cable that attaches the camera to the computer somewhere safe (so basically I've lost it) until I'm properly moved into the new flat so I can't show anyone yet. It'll probably be up by next year knowing me.

The weather has been so good for the past few days that I'm in an exceptionally good mood. Yesterday I did little else than eat, drink and relax in the sun with a book. I also picked up some bargains from Boots. They had Venus razors with 5 blades for £2.25. Bargain of the century. They also had the shampoo I use on 2 for 1. Hurrah for bargains! I'm rapidly running out of money because of furnishing this flat.

Bed is being delivered on the 15th of August along with a matress and some drawers. Sofa is beign delivered at some point in that week or the next week. Today I'm going to ikea (again) to get the stuff they wouldn't deliver. Most important are the stools for my breakfast bar. At under £10 a stool it actually pays for the petrol I'll use to drive there. If i think it'll fit in the car I need an ironing board too, and a drying rack for clothes and perhaps a new bit to go in a drawer for cutlery. Sometimes I think I'd be better having a van and not a car. Annoyingly I have two boxes of wine in my boot I've been carting between home and London as someone wanted me to take them to London so they could pick them up and they haven't. I've been too lazy to carry them out of the car and put them in my flat because they're really heavy. I probably should as the heat of the car cannot be good for the wine, but at the end of the day I'd rather have their wine go funny than my back get sore.

Off I trot to Ikea again....

Lily xXx

Meh.

I haven't blogged for ages. This is because absolutely nothing has really happened. I'm still waiting for my lymph node biopsies. So much for a 2 week maximum wait. I'm trying not to rant about the NHS and slag it off, but this is really making it hard. To make things worse I feel even more ill. 4 or 5 hours working behind a bar now has me so knackered that I have to go straight to bed afterwards. I've also developed a hacking cough. Not nice. Whenever I breath/talk/laugh I just start coughing so badly I sound like a car that won't start.

Talking of cars... mine has just cost me £170!! The windscreen wiper came unattached from the wiper motor in the pouring rain while I was driving down the motorway to get to my new flat. Not fun. On the plus side at least it's fixed now. Fingers crossed it'll be OK for a while.

I've started furnishing my flat. The first thing I bought (before a sofa, bed or table...) was a 37" telly. It was in the sale, which is how I can justify it. It's lovely. Very very very lovely. Today I made the most of the DFS "double the savings" sale and got a gorgeous red sofa and arm chair. Lets just hope I haven't buggered up and it actually fits in the flat. Now all I need to do is to buy a bed and a mattress and then I have all the basics. I think this calls for another trip to Ikea. I even have a loyalty card now. I'm part of the Ikea Family. This fills me with joy... especially because it means I get money off meatballs. Hurrah!!

I also found out that I got a 2.1 in my intercalated degree. Phew! I'm now feeling very pleased with myself, turns out I'm not as much of a dummy as I first thought.

On that note I am going to listen to my chest with my stethoscope some more, and continue to feel sorry for myself. Oh what I would give to still be in my uni flat where I'm sure the flatmate would make me a cup of tea. I guess I'll just have to die of thirst and cough and enlarged lymph nodes quietly in a corner... Woe is me.

Lily xXx