So, I'm in. new gaff in Redhill. not as bad as I remember, so long as I don't venture into town at night.
no net at the house, but should sort that out sharpish.
I'm surrounded by boxes and cursing my decision not to blow my hard-earned cash on ale and hookers every weekend, and instead partake in pastimes that require holding on to stuff. Damn you, Stan Lee!
Still, moving in day was fund and not stressful at all. and no that wasn't sarcasm.
right, Sinsburys. wish me luck!