I MOVED some of my stuff into this new flat yesterday. All the annoyingly clunky stuff: bookshelves, 5ft high +-shaped Ikea clothes drying rack, television, microwave.
I stayed the night with no curtains, no furniture. Just threw my clothes on the bare concrete floor and used them as a mattress. Thanks to the wonders of quetiapine, I slept nearly 12 hours straight.
Now I'm exhausted. And, to be honest, annoyed at having to report no fewer than SIX repairs, including one door (which fair enough opens to a 30ft drop) unlocked with no key, one window, opening to the landing unlocked with no key, terrible television reception and the Hotbird Euro-TV socket not working. (Though Turkish TV came through loud and clear, which pissed the living crap out of me. But I won't go on about THAT subject...) And blah blah blah blah blah blah.
I have checked the council's website and it appears I might be able to open the socket and rejiggle the satellite line-in myself...
I have checked the council's website and it appears I might be able to open the socket and rejiggle the satellite line-in myself...
When it is finally finished the place will look really nice. Now I have to go to buy coloured binbags to turn into makeshift blinds...
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