Well, here I am again, finally getting round to updating you. Having been assured that these posts don't make my friends want to kill themselves (feel free to disagree...), I shall go ahead and tell you a little about where I'm sitting right now.

I'm in the front room of mine and Dave's lovely lovely new flat in Battersea. But first, a little back story... Imagine, if you will, some of the flats we looked at. Such as the one above a kebab shop (mmmm...greasy) which had plenty of storage space (read: had a whole truck load of crap in it), 2 good sized bedrooms (yeah, right) and the latest in open-plan living. This last feature could also be described as a whole in the wall of the landing, through which you can stroll into the hazardous building site next door. I kid you not. Other places weren't quite so scummy, though the one with the nearly triangular bedroom was interesting, as was the hallway which was almost bigger than the bedroom.

So we trudged on, and the next viewing took us to the 14th floor of an ex-council estate, decked in beautiful concrete. The details for this place didn't even include any pictures of the flat itself, nor the building it was in. Just some rather dated ones of the "leisure centre" on the estate. Working on the job-reference school of writing, we figured that what the didn't say (or rather, show) was probably significant. In short, this place must be a hole. Why were we even bothering to look at it? Search me.

Only, the problem is, that particular hole is where I am now sitting. As soon as we drove through the secure gates into the complex, surrounded by trees and ponds, things started looking OK. The pool is nice, as are the sauna, mini-gym and jacuzzi. Yes, the University of York style concrete tower blocks are a bit ugly, but hey - at least we felt at home, what with having endured 4 years each at said institution. So we wander through the almost-hotel-standard lobby, into the lifts, and up to the 14th floor. We enter the flat (via 2 more locked doors - security is good!) and discover not one, but two flats. Well OK, that's a lie, but I'm not joking when I say this place is twice the size of some that we looked at. 2 big bedrooms, with views, a substantial living room and a good sized kitchen with a small dining table. Plus a bathroom obviously, and even an airing cupboard. Huge, I tells ya.

A week later, and I'm spending a day ferrying boxes into and out of a lift. Joy. A week later still brings us to today, and it's actually my home. Well, it will be when they finally put up blinds on the windows so I can stay here overnight. Until then, my sister is putting me up. (Or putting up with me) Hopefully that will be tomorrow. Then it'll all be ready. Oh, once the plumber comes to fix the leak and the electricity board replace the economy7 timer clock so our heating and hot water work. But you know... details, details.

The views across London are great, but the best thing is yet to come... the location. I could probably spit from my bedroom window onto the platform where I'll catch my train to work. Not that I would, obviously. And yeah, OK, that's a slight exaggeration. But we're close. Really close. The largest part of my journey to Clapham Junction station is the bit I spend in the lift getting down to ground level. Wow, that's close!

So there we go. I probably ought to go actually unpack some of my stuff. It's all still in boxes right now, and the fact that I start a new job on Monday is slowly creeping up on me... [gallery]