I live with a boy now. Five days and it’s going well. Obviously we’re in the clear! Pfft, it is totally the honeymoon period. Max seems genuinely thrilled everyday with my presence which is amusing and also lovely, of course. We have spent a week in each other’s company before though, on holidays, so it’s week two, three and beyond we have to worry about. Although if I can survive a week or so living out of suitcases with my crap everywhere then I’m sure it will all be fine. And having someone to download all my programmes so I can watch them on the HUGE tv helps. As does his little morning booty dance, even though I try to ignore it and go back to sleep. Why is he always in such a good mood in the mornings? It’s not normal is it? Usually I don’t like to be around people until I’ve had my breakfast, because I’m a morning grumpus, but when you live with Hyperactive Man that’s nigh on impossible.
I moved in on Sunday having finally found a man and van that could do that day and who did in fact show up. I had moved most of my boxes down the stairs already to be helpful and also not make it be longer than a two hour job to cut costs (we ended up doing the whole thing in just over an hour). And because I was up and ready by 11am but hadn’t booked the dude til 2pm. I did try to help him move my big bookcase but it turned out he didn’t need me at all and I was just in the way. He was strong. And then we got to Max’s and he helped us unload and then had to go to work. He’s working stupid hours at the moment, so I don’t actually see that much of him.
We’ll be moving into our new place some time next week. I’m looking forward to having access to all my stuff again, and not having to worry about moving constantly. It’ll be nice to be settled again, but Max’s house isn’t so bad really. He makes me tea, what more can you ask for?
