Meanwhile, I've moved house. To a new and
highly salubrious neighbourhood. Still, nice of the police to come round and clear up the day before I move in. The first meal I've had here was sandwiches made with granary bread from the Happening Bagel Bakery just round the corner, and I have to say, I'm really glad to be living this close to a decent bakery, and particularly one that's open til 11 at night every night of the week.
Almost all of my stuff is still in the basement of the house at Mile End, and when I move out of this place in early May it'll all move again with me. I've brought one box of books and four small CD racks that between them probably represent about a tenth of each of my total stock. About half my clothes, things like almost all the formal stuff, have been left behind, as have two out of the three basses, the desktop computer and the guitar. My stock-cupboard food type stuff takes up an amazing amount of space and I'm not going to use that much more of it here I suppose but I can't quite see what else to do with it, and the handful of things I forgot to bring with me should all have been even more to add to that pile - some pint glasses, some plastic tubs and bowls, washing machine stuff. Anyway, the stereo's up and running, I'm probably two thirds unpacked already, and tomorrow I get to find out how long it takes to get to Euston by bus from here.
Faintly at a loss for what to do, in that odd way you get in an unfamiliar house where you haven't built up habits yet. It's not like there aren't many of the things I used to do in my old house, except talk to my housemates, as well as the rest of the unpacking, and other useful things like scouting out the area and consulting BITE to find the decent pubs. Also there's the usual room owner's stock of books to gawp at, which are 90% about screenwriting, production, editing or some other aspect of film. Also a stack of
Disinformation books. This is going to be an interesting diversion, I think.