Well Plug Towers is now beginning to feel a little more like home. I now have a working office at the back of the house, which was originally called the breakfast room, but I don’t do breakfast, so it is now my Twitter Suite. We are clearing cardboard boxes on a daily basis, and hope that with the impending Easter break that we might actually be able to enjoy the house a bit. As with many old houses, it can be a little cold, but I’m sure we will keep on top of that, and clear all our equity on extortionate heating bills. We are not going to be properly connected to the Internet until the 8th April, so we are surviving with Internet Tethering on the iPhone, and five TV channels. It makes me realise quite how much we rely on it all for our entertainment, and worries me slightly. I have a long list of books I want to read, and a couple more on the way, so I really want to get on top of everything quickly. Exhaustion has kicked in a lot lately. As and when we move again, I think I would prefer to pay someone to do it. I have spent the morning so far catching up with emails and general messages from all various portals of social media. There is something about living in an old house that makes me question all my online time!
We shall be receiving visitations from Mrs Plug’s parents at the weekend, which I am looking forward to. It’ll be nice to welcome them to the new home. We also have to start furniture shopping for the girlies, as they are both rattling around a bit in their rooms at the moment. I have started to look into the whole driving thing, and Highway codes have been purchased. Am also revelling slightly in the fact that I can just hop on a train to London from here...I just somehow feel a little more connected to the real world again. Having been brought up in a town with a mainline station, and then not had that for many years, it just feels like I am reconnecting a little bit. Although Barton was described as a village, it is really just a small town, but nonetheless, Flitwick is different, and you feel that you can sink into the background a little more. I did begin to feel that everyone knew who you were in Barton, so I shall keep a low profile here and revel in the anonymity of the new place. We have not met the neighbours yet, in fact it would seem that many people seem to want to keep themselves to themselves, which is fine. I did say hello to a lady outside the house a couple of days ago, and she looked at me as if I had propositioned her. It may be something to do with my current hirsute look.....
