Arcoarena

Well, myself and Andrea are now proud owners of a 2-bed terraced house in Southsea. It’s a little odd moving from a rented flat to a house with a mortgage (I logged on to my internet banking to see a new Mortgage section with a huge negative number by it).

Having exchanged contracts, completed and moved over the weekend all the worries about things going wrong or being delayed (and having to find somewhere to live as our tenancy on the flat runs out this week) disappear. In their place are a whole new set of worries like, ‘is that damp’ and how on earth to get the washing maching out of the front room and into its rightful place. Sunday morning was filled with removing doorhandles, doors, washing machines, and part of the kitchen cabinets in order to get the washing machine to the rear of the house where it can actually be used.

It’s nice to have a place where you can actually consider making changes, the downside of this was an expensive trip to B&Q and the promise of many more to come.

Anyhow, all that DIY will give me something to do in the evenings. The other surprising outcome of all this is the clock on the living room wall. I’ve owned that clock for almost a year and a half now and it’s been attached to the wall of both of the flats that we lived in since we moved down to Portsmouth. For the first time on Saturday I actually heard it ticking. Hurrah for lack of road noise.