Update 7: Hayfever Haze and Geographic Ping-Pong

Hello hello!

I am high as a kite right now, happily breathing the sunshine and pollen of London, with a couldn't-care-less attitude. Yup, that's right folks - it's drugs. But no, no - not the kind you think. It's luvverly, it's delishus, it's delightful, it's antihistamines ...

After 10 days of sniffling, snorting, snuffling, hacking and suffering paroxysms of eye-watering throat-tickles on the Tube (oh horrors! now I know what it feels like to be one of those coughing, snorting, dribbling, drooling, sneezing, snotty gobstopper thingies that other commuters stare at one in horror and try hard to edge themselves away from!), I discovered that it's not flu, it's just a special gift from England - HAYFEVER!!!Argh.

However, after those ghastly 10 days, I finally swallowed a special anti-hay fever remedy, and was quite surprised after half an hour to re-discover the pleasures of breathing again. Gosh, I even curled up on the bed and dropped off into an exhausted doze (hadn't slept much either :D In fact due to the narrowness of the mattress itself, I quite nearly dropped off the entire bed.)

Ho hum, I'm sure you must be quite bored with all my complaints about ergonomically adjusting to life in London, but that's just tough. I know you love me, so you'll listen with indulgence and love, and not a little laughter. Right?? Right!

Well, firstly there's M and Muffin. Delightful as they are, I'm afraid life in the Council Flats of Tufnell Park is short lived for me. You can't maintain delightfulness when it's always only 2 inches away from you. All the time. But that's ok, because I do believe I've found the mythical, the legendary, the previously-thought-impossible - a home :)And you'll never guess - it's back in Finchley, only 4 roads away from the Housemates from Hell. How perverse is that.

So it's back to Finchley in June - geographic ping-pong, that's what I'm playing. But actually I don't mind cos at least in the mornings, I will be out in the open when I travel on the Tube, and I'll be able to get a seat (I discovered when you live closer to Central London, then there are never seats left in the Tube, by the time it gets to you it's jam packed and seriously unpleasant. Specially for a nasal, hacking twitcher like I've been the last week J

And the house in Finchley is just lovely - so different. There are 2 guys Nigel and Gary, and one Scottish girl, Tina. All are nearing 40, and seem like a "family of friends". There's a garden, and my room has a large double sliding door out onto the patio and lawn. The boys apparently work together, and every 6 weeks or so have a "poker night". What I loved was that when they mentioned it, they looked nervous. Heaven knows what goes on, but at least they have the gumption to ask about it up front, and look nervous. Can't wait to see what it's all about, maybe even some hot-looking players" :D

And there's just a lovely vibe of everyone sitting together and chatting in the living areas, and it spotlessly clean and ... etc etc Also the tenant in the room before me left a gorgeous set of harem-like curtains which just added a lovely touch :) Not to mention the double bed, the huge room, the space, the lounge, the size, the massiveness. Did I mention the garden?!

All this for less than I have been paying so far. As I write this I can't help but read over my words, and imagine that you are thinking like me, "there must be a catch". If - once I move in – I do discover a catch, I promise to stop my antihistamines and drown myself in phlegm.

Because really by this stage, suicide by snot would be the only alternative.

Ok, now that I've made an ass of myself laughing out loud at my own words on the screen, in front of all these Role-Playing Gothic Doomsters, I have to go pay a deposit.

STOP LAUGHING!
I will pack up my bag, wrap up in my jacket and scarf (oh the joys of spring in London), and deliriously weave my way out the door ...
Think of me and keep those emails coming. Loved the emails from Bonita-Tart, Gerald The Brave and The Homecoming Queen Lizelle :)

Where are you, Anita, Andy and Averybody Alse with an A!?!?!?!?!