My plan to get a flat in London went tits up. Basically because I wasn't on the spot, arranging to view properties and putting an offer in when you're some distance away is a PITA. So I put an offer in $somewhere else and moved in. Then I moved CurvyGirl in.
We have a bit of a weird domestic arrangement, partly due to the fact that I snore loudly. So we start off in the master bedroom and later on one or the other of us ends up in the other room, which is not really much smaller anyway.
CG is turning out to be a good cook and so far drama free. I'm in the process of trying to convince her that writing essays which she's been given a month for on an caffeine-boosted drinks all-nighter on the night before it's due in is not a good move. The only problem is she seems to be getting grades consistent with a 2:1 or 1st in the future, so she gives me a big fat raspberry every time.
I wish I could say this was going well, but SVG graphs are a PITA. I slowly overcome one problem only to face another.
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