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

[heartsways.livejournal.com]

Well...ice cream doesn't have to be used just as "food", you know...

[almostwitty]

She's deliciously creamy enough as it is ;)

[heartsways.livejournal.com]

TMI! TMfreakin'I!

I was going to say "I hope you'll have fun" but that seems rather moot, given your current comment, heh.

[almostwitty]

You started it ;)

[heartsways.livejournal.com]

God, you're so right. Mea culpa. Although you know, it doesn't just have to be ice-cream...

Wait. That's going to lead to more confessions.

[almostwitty]

To be fair, I've never seen the point in wasting food on that sort of activity... although I do have a packet of frozen prawns in the freezer too...

[heartsways.livejournal.com]

Prawn Porn.

I have no idea what that would look like and don't want to.