Sofa, So Good
I've been in Southampton since last Monday to clear out my room here, and things are going quite well. I finally purchased a rather nice sofa from DFS (the Vetta sofa, three seater, no reclining action) in a warmer shade of beige than pictured, and provided the credit check goes through ok (always a worry for new graduates...) I should get it interest free for three years, too, with nothing to pay until this time next year. Bargain.
In the meantime, I've been looking at rugs (to go under my coffee table), bean bags (to sit on for the next two to three months whilst I wait for my sofa to be delivered) and cushions (to go on my sofa and match my rug). I've done quite well, and I am still haemorrhaging money. Oh well, the sofa's on credit. I hope.
Clearing out my room has been a good experience; I have a lot of junk that is just going, thank god, but there's still some stuff that's coming with me to Cambridge - CDs, books, Mum's old food processor...
Which, of course, is the other benefit of having come home. My parents seem to like spending money on me (they obviously haven't yet kicked the habit of "looking after me" whilst I was a student), which is nice and always appreciated, and so I've ended up with a set of rather nice chopping boards, a set of rather nice Kitchen Devils knives (complete with storage block), a knife sharpener and a potato peeler. And my Mum's old food processor.
I also went through my tax return with Dad, and I have implemented a new filing system. The anal, organised part of my brain is happy.
I'm off back to Cambridge on Thursday with all my stuff, so I'm sort of killing time now, binning junk, blogging and doing the times2 puzzles. 9 across, "Betrayal of one's country (7)": "traitor". Erm... no. That's someone who betrays their country; treachery is the act of betraying one's country. But that's 9 letters. Flipping tabloid. I might actually be able to finish this one, if the rubbish clues don't hinder me too much.
Catch you later, alligator.