Jelly can’t upload

I intended another post last night but – as anyone who knows me will understand – I have a habit of misplacing things (in this instance the USB cable for the cameraphone I use to get my sneaky pics) and it’s bound to be in that mysterious place that – again, anyone who knows me will know – I like to call “under something”. When the important item you’re searching for is “under something” it may as well be in Mongolia – there isn’t a chance I’m going to find it.

This is why I have my tried and tested method of, um, organisation – I don’t put things away, or even down neatly – I shed them as I pass through a room, ensuring that each and every surface is covered in a thin layer of detrius. This isn’t, as people have made the mistake of thinking in the past, because I’m messy – far from it – it’s simply to avoid the frustration of the very-important-I-need-it-right-now item I’m searching for mistakenly ending up “under something”. If that happens I’ll never, ever find it.

It’s a very deliberate and carefully thought out system. It’s taken me nearly 25 years to perfect.

Unfortunately the Bumble appears to have perfected a similar technique (though I suspect he’s just defeated by my overpowering ‘organisational’ skills and in fact can’t fight his way through my, um, ‘things’ to the wardrobe and the chest of drawers in order to put things away properly like he’d want to. And in the unlikely event of my clearing a space on the floor big enough for him to stand in – in which case he could get into both wardrobe and drawers – he’d find them all stuffed with my things – those which had previously held residence on the floor…

He’s very patient. I think that’s because he hasn’t yet sprained his ankle tripping over some item or other of mine that I’ve carefully filed on the floor in case I need it “inaminute” but that’s only a matter of time.

Hopefully, before that, we’ll be all moved into our new home. We made an offer on a flat this week and the agent is bartering with the owner to make sure the work that needs done is going to be done. She’s in Australia, so the place is empty – and we’re ready to move the minute we get the word – so as long as everything is agreeable in all directions we should (fingers crossed so hard it hurts) be able to move in early August.

The flat is on the Isle of Dogs (that’s that wibbly bit on the Eastenders titles, for those of you not in London) here’s a pic

At the top there you can see Canary Wharf (can I have an “ooooooh”) and the big green park at the bottom is where we’ll be – see the rectangle of man made canal type part in the middle of the island? That’s where we are – the floor to ceiling windows look out on that and over to Canary Wharf and it’s all lit up at night so it looks incredible

and just a short walk away is the Greenwich tunnel which takes you under the river to, funnily enough, Greenwich (where there’s a rather excellent market full of exciting food – so everyone who visits us is going to get dragged there!)

The agent was brilliant and he was meant to spend about 40 minutes with us and show us two flats and in the end he was with us for about three and a half hours and showed us loads more flats, a house (which was manky) and drove us all over the island showing us the sights and how to get to asda (important for the shoes…and food I suppose) and where all the parks are (all minutes away) and the private gardens and walkways that come with the flat – the whole place is amazing and it felt like home – and then we walked into the flat and it truly was home.

I’ve lived a lot of places and I’m kind of known for people not really knowing where I live – or if they have an up to date address for me. That’s mainly because I’ve never really felt like I’m at home anywhere – I’ve always felt like a guest in someone else’s home – there’s never been anywhere that feels like a haven to me or that feels like a safe little bubble when I shut the door behind me.
Since I met the Bumble I’ve got closer to that than I ever have before and I felt that in this flat with him – even though it looked a leeetle bit like a building site – I sat on the windowsill, he sat on the sofa and we looked at each other and that was it – home.
So not only am I close to having my first ever (our first ever) “home” I’m also really rather pleased with the way everything else is going right now.

We’re both in new jobs that are going very well – with mine I’m studying for another degree, this time in purchasing – then I’ll be Jelly ba(hons)mcips. None of which I’ll actually WRITE after my name, obviously – people will think I’m a div. With his the Bumble is being fast tracked into management for the company and I’m very proud of both of us!
I’ve settled into life in the big smoke better than I expected – it’s pretty daunting moving from the place I lived as a child (on a farm, then in a tiny hamlet, both in the Lake District) to metropalis – but it’s only scary when you’re thinking about it – if you just get on with it it’s pretty straight forward – and with a family like mine I can’t really be worried by all the mental people here (love you!)

Having Bumble obviously made the transition far easier – I don’t think there’s been anyone so devoted to making my life easier and making me happy – which he does. He makes me feel like a princess and I do the same for him (only prince – not princess – though he looks nice in make up I think that even for him a tiara and sparkly frock might be going a little bit far) and that’s what makes it feel like home. I moved a lot because I was searching for something. I stopped when I got here, because I found it.

Before everyone starts needing sick bags I’ll sign off. Technically I’m meant to be working so I guess I ought to do so…or at least look like I am, whilst nursing my first coffee of the day…before I go, hello Mama and Grampa, who announced yesterday that this blog should be in a national paper (I’m inclined to agree, it is rather fab – all it needs is glitter) big hugs and love to them xxxx and some flowers for Mama to make her smile

Love, and all that jazz

Jelly