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Incommunicado

Much like a chav in a filing cabinet, next abode has been sort-ed. The imminent move – more physically demanding (for my friends!) but less stressful than the search – has rendered my room and house awkward to negotiate about. It’s amazing how much junk one can accumulate over three years when one derives one’s enjoyment (and to an extent, identity) from literature, film, music and *cough* fashion. Much of this detritus is currently strewn throughout my room and house, sitting half in half out of boxes, garbage bags or in their own peculiarly categorised piles.

But as of this time next week, I shall be kicking back in new, infinitely smaller flat, feeling calmer, more well-rested and (hopefully) quite minimalis. A pure white room, as immortalised in one of Ab Fab’s 60’s flashbacks is probably too much to hope for but remains the Holy Grail.

But as with all things utility-wise, it will take awhile until the new flat’s telephony is up and kicking.  Until then, updates, news, reviews, musings, meanderings etc. will be put on hold.

Until then… err… then.

Hiatus

Work – don’tcha hate it when it cuts into fun times? Just getting to grips with new (more intense) job, new (longer) commute and associated increased bzziness/effort/tiredness. Generous ETA for next post – next weekend. However, hope to get to it a bit sooner. A veritable cornucopia of things to vent/add my 2p worth in but it will have to wait for now.

À bientôt.