January 2004 Archives

Phil and I are going flat hunting. Together.

:)

Actually, we've been planning to for a couple of months, but Chile and then Christmas got in the way of getting the selling/buying thing in motion, but we have spent the past couple of weekends replacing the mondrian-esque colour scheme of my flat with Crown's "Ivory Cream", on the basis that such muted, neutral tones provide as a blank canvas for potential buyers' redecorating imaginations.

I'm about to ring round a selection of Clapham Junction's finest estate agents to ask about agency fees and to arrange viewings to get estimates, the plan being to get dear old 12A onto the market next week, after a final Saturday of tarting up and a trip to the tip.

On the "fun" side (aka buying), we started off considering quite a wide area, WC1 and the ECs, on the basis that we wanted to be true metropolitan types, and live in zone 1, and (for me) within walking distance of work. After some online mooching over Christmas and New Year, we both confessed to a strong liking for the Barbican. The only fly in the ointment was the

Rachel and I had a funny, leery night out last night. We went for drinks, chat and dancing at Digress, which, at 10pm on a Thursday night, is full of besuited men who think they are God's gift. They may well be - but they weren't ours!

All very strange, but enjoyable, and I even managed to say "chips" (as opposed to "chpsh") at the Istanbul Kebab Shop on Battersea Rise.

Both were very relaxing - spent Christmas in Clapham with Phil, had to work the m/t/w up to New Year's Eve but then motored over to Herefordshire to welcome in 2004 with Hazel and Catriona, followed by more relaxing - aka reading and vegging - with Phil.

Photos here.