So, we've just hit our one week anniversary of living in this flat (don't worry, we're not going to be celebrating weekly anniversaries of this nature). We're quite happy with it. It's much lighter than Flat 3 and it's so great to be on the top floor (a first for both of us). Made us realize that when you live on the ground floor, you can really feel the weight, both literally and metaphorically, of all those people living above you. And as K described it, you can really feel the cool ground emanating up through the floor. You're sort of squashed between those two "forces". Up here, it's a completely different feeling. There may not be any squirrels, but we do get to watch the sea gulls circling around (they're such good pilots!).
Anyway, we're pretty much settled and things seem to be calming down and going back to normal now. Our former landlord gave us a big fat envelope last Friday stuffed with the Queen's currency (a brave move since we hadn't even finished moving out), so our coffers are back to normal again. The apartment is quite nice though we do have a few niggling little problems that needed to be surmounted: the washing machine is only capable of spinning with no more than a pair of jeans and some socks; only one light in the kitchen works; and our car still doesn't fit in the garage. The first two things are supposedly in the works at the estate agency, but we still don't know what to do about the garage. Saw the back of the car off? Not too much of a hurry with that because we have a bunch of furniture in there right now that we will be selling.
Then there are those niggling little problems that we just accept as part of English life. Those annoying things that are just the product of the silly way they do things over here. Things like: bad water pressure in the shower; washing machines in the kitchen (and no dryer); hot water that only comes on the in shower if the central heating is switched on; only one telephone jack in a household (and it's never in a useful place); tiny refrigerators; and the fact that our "professionally cleaned" (apparently at the cost of £50) apartment was noticeably filthy to the point where we had to clean all over again. These aren't things we can ask the estate agency to fix. They are just things we have to live with. Live with and wonder about why Brits accept mediocrity in everything.
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Another annoying thing or two (though not related to apartments):
-shopping carts with wheels that ALL pivot independently (rather than two fixed and two pivoting ones like a car so you can actually steer effectively)
-Supermarkets that are being stocked DURING business hours instead of after hours
But what about the 24 hour supermarkets.....thats ok isn't it?
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