Now the rest of my life can begin…

[almostwitty]

because the increasingly accurately-named shove_this_job has finally gotten permission from the glorious British government to move over and live with me in my West London palace for a very very long time.

After all the stressing of getting documents together for proof and all that, it did seem like a relatively easy process. Just the nail-biting wait – and we paid an extra $100 for an expediter to get an express service too.

Still, now I have three or so weeks to turn my bachelor West London pad into a place permanently fit for a Queen. so that means out with the old rotting food and the decade-old mattress, and in with a new one. Although she likes it soft and I like it hard (fnarr fnarr) so I guess this means we’ll have to compromise!

What else do I need, besides lots of new coathangers and Lush soaps?

Mirrored from almost witty.

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[skarlettfever.livejournal.com]

a lovely smelling candle for the bathroom, new pillows to go with the new mattress (but don't buy bed linens without her picking them out first), an iPod charging cord that's for UK plugs, an oyster card?
:)

[almostwitty]

During her last visit, she bought a boxload of Lush soaps for me as my birthday present. And has cunningly secreted them in various alcoves around the flat so every time I open up a cupboard door, some noxious smell of flavoured soap comes wafting up.

But I think I'm getting used to it.