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

[offensive-mango.livejournal.com]

So happy for you both! You need a bottle of champagne and two glasses!

[almostwitty]

I've got some champagne circa 2002... (when I got it I think)