Our new place is in Totterdown. Totterdown is a nice neighbourhood just south of the river in Bristol, only about a 25 min walk from the city centre. It is a very cosy top floor, one bedroom flat on what I used to think was a steep road, but after climbing it a dozen or so times it doesn't seem that bad. It is not the most modern of places, but the price is right and we are not living in the ghetto. We have spent maybe 150 quid on setting the place up so far. We have almost a fully stocked kitchen and plastic bins galore for storing our clothes. We are sleeping on an air mattress and I wake up most mornings with a sore back, I really can't wait until we find a real bed. The trouble is that we really need to find a very cheap bed because we will be paying to have it delivered. Last night we walked up the road and bought a small patio table and chairs from a guy that advertised them on gumtree.com. It only cost us 15 pound and the guy lived close enough that we could carry them back to our place. It is really nice to sit on something other than the floor.
So I guess we will need jobs to pay for all this, right? Heather is really just waiting for the start of the school year for the work to come rolling in. I signed up with a recruitment agency last Friday and they seemed very optimistic. They seemed to think I could be working before the end of this week. I told them I would take any job that they had, that may have been a mistake, but really I just need a job, any job right now.
I have just tried to upload photos onto the blog and it has failed on me five times, so I give up. Just visualise an enormous castle on top of a hill, with fast cars parked in the driveway, and that is pretty much where we live.
3 comments:
I found you (well your area) on google maps!
I'm glad you like your new flat.
-Helen
By the way, it's probably a good thing you've left the country. We went back to the Broken Rack the other night and the waitress said "Where's that Australian cunt?" -- I think she was talking about you -- "he's banned from here permanently and if I see him I'm going to beat the shit out of him with a pool cue".
Funny that the waitress said that, as she admitted guilt for the drunken state of the boys that very same night. She admitted that she had been serving them quickly, never letting their glasses be empty, and not taking no for an answer. On at least 3 occasions, James turned down her offer of another beer, only to have her say "Come on, have another. You want another beer."
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