but back to the story…

For those of you that don’t know, I am now working in the big smoke, aka swinging London town. This seems like something that you should do, at least once in your life, so I am grabbing the chance while still in limbo. At the moment though, I am living very close to where I work – which is very nice (ten minute walk, sleeping in, no public transport, squirrels attacking your ankles), but this is not really in London, so I have started to look for somewhere to live which is a bit closer to all the action.

And who might my potential housemates be? Neil (friend from school, appears in later alw pages), George (yep, you are as surprised as I am…) and her friend Helen who, by remarkable coincidence, I met on a boat on the Whitsunday Islands off the east coast of Australia, months before I had even met (or heard of) George. Spooky, eh?

But househunting is never easy – we were all being a bit fussy, and only really saw one place that we would have been happy in. But, in the day we spent humming and hawing, the place had gone. So I am back to square one this weekend, making an early trip down to Clapham Junction to hunt out my own little piece of paradise…