the new flat

backblip.

Me and Paula pick up the keys to the new flat in Glasgow. She's done an amazing job finding it.

It's a crazy place rammed with antique and curio's. Never been anywhere like it. Not sure if it's the landlord not packing up or booby trapping with expensive stuff to loose the deposit over. There's a piano, there's brass nudes, there's 7 rembrandt prints in the hallway, there's 17 pictures in my room - the guy clearly has keen liking for art (especially Art Deco) but jeesh.. less is more.

Mum and Dad (again!!), dom, pete, my brother in law Stu, Paula and her girlfriend Emma + me all club together to lug all my stuff into the room. Then we chomp our way through an amazing Mediterranean take away (Glasgow has such things) in our lovely new dining room.

After getting through most of the inventory for the flat (poshest game of eye spy ever - have you seen the deco glass jewellry set? have you seen the box of victorian collars? have you seen the walking cane collection?) I need to head back to Edinburgh for more cleaning and cleaning and cleaning of the old place.