Room For Frustration

No this is not about my sex life, I got over that type of frustration roughly after the birth of Jesus Christ, or Jeremy Corbyn, as some people seem to believe.

I found three rooms that I liked.  None of them perfect but I liked them enough.

I spent a few days thinking about them and then put an offer in to the one that made most sense.

Gone.

Then I asked about the other one I liked.

Gone.

Then the 3rd favourite.

Not letting it out now.

Brilliant.  So I am back to square one.

I didn’t really enjoy yesterday.  I woke up with a semi-hangover, found out all the rooms I liked had gone and had a really frustrating day’s studying.  I couldn’t really get into anything and felt tired all day.

Last week was really tiring with all of the room-hunting – getting up at 6am, getting home at 8pm, some lunch times involving walks to see rooms.  All I did except work, commute and look for rooms was cook and eat.

So I had a massive backlog of admin, cleaning, ironing, etc yesterday – and now I have to repeat the process this week.  FFS.

On the bright side, I did make myself a rather excellent gravy.

Using the cider that the pork belly and onions were slowishly cooked in (slow for my standards), I added wholegrain mustard (albeit too much) and of course, some Goldenfry granules and it was a taste sensation.

If anything, a little too tasty.

And I am going to have a little adventure in the sunshine this afternoon.  And a third roast dinner in three days.

Minisemidetoxtime

So Ibiza is over for another year and I’m heading back to work tomorrow.

I have no money and I just worked out that I have drunk alcohol on 20 consecutive days – my body feels like it too, albeit I have actually lost weight…there may be one or two reasons for that too.

Further to that I have 33 days to find somewhere new to live.

Therefore it is minisemidetoxtime.

The rule is as follows:

Only one pint allowed per week, until both the end of July AND when I have found somewhere to live.  So if I haven’t found anywhere to live until 8th August, I cannot drink any more than one pint per week until that date.  Also it should go without saying that no caffeine or other stimulants are allowed.

It’s a mini-detox – hopefully just under two weeks.  And a semi-detox as I am allowing myself one beer per week.  My body and bank balance both require it.

The most important task over the next month or so is finding somewhere to live.

I have almost definitely settled on moving to Bracknell.  I don’t want to – my heart is in Reading – but I’ll save £130 on travel to work (slightly mitigated by occasional trips to Reading), plus it’s around £50 a month cheaper to rent there, and the housing stock is generally newer.  I did get lucky on my current place.

Crucially though, I’ll save up to 2 hours travelling every day.  That is 10 extra hours every week that I can spend studying, practice my DJing.  Or sleep.  I won’t have to wake up at 6am (or sometimes earlier).  I’ll be able to sleep in until 730am if I’m really tired.

Bracknell won’t be a bed of roses but it will help me in my life in general, and achieve my number one goal which is to be a web developer – living in Ibiza.