Ovid (publius_ovidius) wrote,
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Charmed Life

So today I went down to apply for my National Insurance Number. I didn't have all of the paperwork I needed, but they said that was fine. Also, my signature didn't quite match my passport so they had me practice it until it did, thus improving my chances of having everything go through smoothly.

I also found out that I've been accepted for my flat! I move in Thursday. Of course, that still means that I have two days where I have to crash on a coworker's floor.

No it doesn't. Seems that the hotel, Pilcher Gate, had the days wrong and I'm paid up through Thursday.

There is the matter of timing, though. Do I need to leave Thursday before I can get the keys to my flat? "No, don't be silly. We're not evicting you! Take as much time as you need."

And later in the conversation with Val, the lady who takes care of things at Pilcher Gate:

"What? You don't have pots and pans and stuff? Don't worry about that. I have extras in the basement. I'll pack up some pots and pans and silverware and stuff and leave them in your room. Is black all right? I only have black plates and bowls, not the nice white ones you have now."

Damn! I need to go down and find a nice bottle of wine for her.

I'm just waiting for something to go wrong. Despite minor glitches here and there, everything has been smooth sailing. People are friendly, the weather is great, and there have only been two murders and one stabbing since I've been here (all in clubs a few blocks from where I live).

By this weekend, I fully expect to be relaxing on my terrace, eating marmalade on toast and drinking tea.
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