Sunday was more of the same, interspersed with a trip to Homebase to buy some MDF for shelving, and an age long walk along the verge of the Slough to Windsor moterway with the heavier-than-expected MDF carefully balanced on my bike. I began to get the feeling that I might actually manage to put everything away.
Monday was work once more, walking a new way in. Too much stuff to do, c'est la vie. Came home, kept on tidying.
Which brings me to today. This morning, I faced a kindly harridan, who preceeded to berate me for my uncleanlyness in the house I was moving out of, and whom I suspect is going to give me a tonking great bill for the extra cleaning type stuff that needs to be done. Then I met my landlady, who is very nice. She got my tap fixed, and told me of a whole load of jobs she wanted to get done. Most of them, I had no problems with how things were at the moment, but it's still nice to have a proactive landlady. Later, a BT man came round and gave me telephone and net connectivity back again. Which was nice.
On the whole, things are going pretty nicely. I like my new house. It's bright, and airy, and calm, has a bigger kitchen, and a quiet bedroom, and although I'm sure that I'll find loads of problems later, there aren't any at the moment. Not bad.