Elves, police and Victorian houses...
I can not believe I have not blogged anything in about a month! The coming back to London after the holidays have been quite painful and a bit distressing.
To start with, my essays: I handed everything in!! That left me mentally exhausted and with a very poor vision of myself as a MA student. It was tougher than I thought so I am quite glad I will not know the results until October... and let the relief of not missing the deadline sink in and relax! Now I have already started with the reading for next semester, but that is not bad at all, since it is just reading and I enjoy it very much.
When we came back from Spain (Johan joined me for a few days) we started flat searching once more. Johan absolutely hates the flat where we live, and with reason. It is not only the chicken bones and the noisy neighbours, but the lack of light, the damp and the smell that it gives to our clothes. It is quite bad indeed and I do not like it either. So we started calling, answering ads, putting our flat out for rent... a total craziness! We were worried since we did not know what to say to the people viewing about the situation with our crazy neighbours. These kids are violent, scary chicken-eaters! The other day I even had to phone the police because one of them was kicking a pigeon to death against my door. Of course I did not know that he was just brutally murdering an innocent animal (because even if you hate pigeons -as most people do- it is not an excuse to sadistically kick it to death). I thought that they were trying to break in! Good that they didn't because the police never arrived. The morning after, when the person that took my call phoned asking if I was okay... well I could have not been, and the bloody police never turned up! You've got to love Hackney.
Anyway, back to the flat search: people were sooooo desperate to get a place to live that they wanted to take ours without seeing it, they were sending friends, they were offering bribes! It seems that because of the time of the year, this area was dried up of one bedroom flats. There was this one couple who had a beautiful daughter, ginger short curls and round eyes... She looked more like a forest elf than a child. They wanted to live here even with us telling them about the damp and the problems with the neighbours and the lack of light... I even told them : this is not a safe place for your child. They didn't care, so desperate to find a place they were.
It was difficult for us too, everything was very expensive and tiny. We even thought of looking on the South of the river (I much prefer North!) when the phonecall came... Our friends, who live vey close to us (and closer to the Tube!) had asked their landlord, just in case, and he had an empty flat in their same building! And it is bright, spacious enough and fair-priced. And it has a garden, a communal garden which we know very well, since in the last three months Johan and me have been more in their house than in ours!
It is a very nice big Victorian house. Or so they say, I am still skeptic towards Victorianism... Anyway it is good and we are moving next Saturday. So if any of the readers here in London is free and has good arms and has strangely developed a taste for carrying books up and down stairs... well, I have 20 boxes full of them!
Now I am going to bake apple pie. I could be baking one for you, strong reader, if you help us next week...
To start with, my essays: I handed everything in!! That left me mentally exhausted and with a very poor vision of myself as a MA student. It was tougher than I thought so I am quite glad I will not know the results until October... and let the relief of not missing the deadline sink in and relax! Now I have already started with the reading for next semester, but that is not bad at all, since it is just reading and I enjoy it very much.
When we came back from Spain (Johan joined me for a few days) we started flat searching once more. Johan absolutely hates the flat where we live, and with reason. It is not only the chicken bones and the noisy neighbours, but the lack of light, the damp and the smell that it gives to our clothes. It is quite bad indeed and I do not like it either. So we started calling, answering ads, putting our flat out for rent... a total craziness! We were worried since we did not know what to say to the people viewing about the situation with our crazy neighbours. These kids are violent, scary chicken-eaters! The other day I even had to phone the police because one of them was kicking a pigeon to death against my door. Of course I did not know that he was just brutally murdering an innocent animal (because even if you hate pigeons -as most people do- it is not an excuse to sadistically kick it to death). I thought that they were trying to break in! Good that they didn't because the police never arrived. The morning after, when the person that took my call phoned asking if I was okay... well I could have not been, and the bloody police never turned up! You've got to love Hackney.
Anyway, back to the flat search: people were sooooo desperate to get a place to live that they wanted to take ours without seeing it, they were sending friends, they were offering bribes! It seems that because of the time of the year, this area was dried up of one bedroom flats. There was this one couple who had a beautiful daughter, ginger short curls and round eyes... She looked more like a forest elf than a child. They wanted to live here even with us telling them about the damp and the problems with the neighbours and the lack of light... I even told them : this is not a safe place for your child. They didn't care, so desperate to find a place they were.
It was difficult for us too, everything was very expensive and tiny. We even thought of looking on the South of the river (I much prefer North!) when the phonecall came... Our friends, who live vey close to us (and closer to the Tube!) had asked their landlord, just in case, and he had an empty flat in their same building! And it is bright, spacious enough and fair-priced. And it has a garden, a communal garden which we know very well, since in the last three months Johan and me have been more in their house than in ours!
It is a very nice big Victorian house. Or so they say, I am still skeptic towards Victorianism... Anyway it is good and we are moving next Saturday. So if any of the readers here in London is free and has good arms and has strangely developed a taste for carrying books up and down stairs... well, I have 20 boxes full of them!
Now I am going to bake apple pie. I could be baking one for you, strong reader, if you help us next week...
posted by Ana | Thursday, August 31, 2006
8 Comments:
Ana, lo tuyo y las casas no es normal. Como me han gustao las fotos de la republique. cuelga mas que yo ya no tgo! suerte en esa casa victoriana. beso gordo.
Ya te digo! Mira que en el resto de las cosas tengo bastante suerte, eh? Pero en casas... En fin, esperemos que vaya bien! Un beso
Pobre paloma!! Y qué historia tan terrible lo de que la policía no apareciese!! Estoy realmente en estado de shock. En fin, hija, un abrazo estropajil y felicidades por lo del piso.
Pues si, pero lo mas asqueroso es que lo primero que me digo la telefonista cuando llamo la manana siguiente es: Oh! I'm glad that you are still there!
Hay que joderse, 16 horas mas tarde!
Otro abrazo par ti, espero que estes bien.
jajajaja, me parto!!! Me alegro que esteis bien y os deseamos toda la fuerza del mundo para una mudanza mas...espero que sea la ultima!!! Un mar de besos nena!
Que cabrona, partiendote porque he visto peligrar mi vida! Anda, que ten amigas esn Tailandia para esto, decia mi abuela.
and another month passes... we miss you!
Ya te digo... otro mes más y no posteas nada! Yo me voy mañana a Tailandia, ya que antes la mencionabas. Con golpe de estado y todo. Es que yo soy así. Un abrazo guapa!
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