Exhausted in Rambling sane thoughts of the terminally me

This is written via the delicious internet of my new flat. Photos will follow so you may all bask in it’s glory.

I’m not going to lie, it’s smaller by far than the old one but it really is better in every single other way. It’s warm, it’s clean, it’s got a gas oven, it’s got memory foam mattresses, it’s got off road parking. I sat down this evening and I felt relaxed in my own home for the first time in 5 years. If I were any more chilled I could keep a side of beef in me.