Moved

I am moved… Not emotionally, physically… well, ok, a little remnant stress connected with another very ordinary house move.

It is hassle enough for me to contemplate burning the house down and starting again rather than to cram my cluttered life into boxes. Why do we hoard so? I have a pretty good idea but I would rather not go down the road of admitting those particular insecurities.

I won’t bore you with a breakdown of the chaos endured during the homestead reassignment.

As far as the one small job of trying to get reconnected to the net goes… Jeeeeezussss… There are some severely dense individuals out there, bound down with so much bureaucracy that even a simple action nearly results in a brain meltdown and the deforestation of an area the size of French-Indo-China.

Still.. moments ago I managed to get reconnected 13 long days and 124 emails after the plug was pulled in the last house. Five minutes in and I have almost forgiven British Telecom and their incompetence…. almost.

The bliss of sitting with a glass of wine and browsing a 2d version of the world. It is so easy to get lost in it all and yet strangely, these last two weeks have seen me fall back in love with the 3d touchy feely version.. ‘The Real World’. In fact I think I will go immerse myself right now…………….* (Don’t be surprised if there is another ice age between posts)