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.

Comments

[moviegrrl.livejournal.com]

Congratulations!!! :D
Enough crockery and cutlery for the two of you.
A MASSIVE clean up of your bathroom, which includes scrubbing the toilet bowl, you wouldn't believe how long it took me to get the bathroom to the standard I wanted when I moved in with Matt.
More shelving - we have nowhere near enough
Find out the basics she always has in the food cupboard, so that when she goes to cook, everything is there that she'd want.
(Sorry, girls aren't all about the cooking and cleaning, but I are fussy bugger)
Room for her clothes, another wardrobe if you've got the room, plus she'll need drawers too.

Think that's it...

(Oh and I need to send you links for a couple of wedding venues, did a HYUGE trawl of sites over the weekend, and got very depressed in the process!)