You know what I really hate about Ebay? You take fucking ages to find the item that you are searching for, you bid on it, repeatedly return to make sure some cunt has not out-bidded you at the last minute, win the auction and then they refuse to sell it to you for that price.
It’s not like they were getting ripped off and they didn’t even put down a reserve price. I think £50 for something they were going to throw out is still better than a punch in the face with a shit-covered fist. And I am picking it up.
At the moment I’m only picking up one thing and that is a very nice blue three piece suite. I’m trying to buy other things because I’m forking out £100 for a van and want to get as much use out of it as possible. I’m tight like that.
Operation Move Into New Flat is starting to gather speed now. Tomorrow I am off to look at more furniture and on Sunday I shall be hiring the van and picking it all up and delivering it to the new place.
By the end of next weekend I might be staying there.
People think I’m exaggerating when I tell them it has taken me this long to clean the place.
Speaking of cleaning, I still have no done a quarter of the garden and today I found one of those hydroponic systems buried under a mattress. Goodness knows what I will find once it is all cleared up.