Gosh it's been such a long time in the wilderness. I apologise for not having posted and hope nobody deleted me in a fit of anger

The madness has almost ended. I have come back to central London, having just survived living in Surrey. Where i was was really far but I was grateful for the peace and quiet. Just what I needed after the frantic flat search, the panic over not finding a place, the possibility of residing in a dungeon and possibly the loss of my mind. I saw a couple of grey strands on my head and thought:this is it, i am ageing prematurely. Somehow though, things have turned out ok. The slave came to help me move to Nottinghill yesterday. I was meant to be at my new abode at 7:30pm for dinner, adviced the slave on the quickest route to Sutton and i guess we got our wires crossed. He got to me just as the dinner was starting. I was too chicken to phone ahead and now my landlord who fortunately was departing to caribbean land today told me he was pissed off last night and called me all possible names under the sun.

We had the dinner, at 9pm after i'd run up and down with all my stuff. Now you know the room resembles a cell,(although on firday i though it looked a fraction bigger than whenh i first saw it). So now i have bin-liners with pillows, a huge laundry basket with books, bags and all other useless crap I cart around with me. I literally had to jump over suitcases this morning.I didn't sleep well, there was some draft coming thru the window and I was just restless. Claustrophobic I should say. So now i need to unpack, get rid of some clutter(not today) and make the cell look as big and comfortable as possible. I have a huge TV which will have to go I guess. I can't watch it as my aerial is with a friend, whose boyfriend landed from Iraq today and so she cancelled our Ap. I hope he'll be able to get it up for the reunion. the last time they spoke he was very traumatised and she had basically dumped him over email because he kept changing dates about coming back. not his fault but hey, the poor girl is like a soldier's wife and they arent even married and she is only 25yrs.

So I wont see "Im a celebrity get me out of here" and will miss laughing at Jan for being so annoying. I had almost given up on finding the disk with my disseration and my CV and was ready to to get a psychologist's letter, which wouldn't have been wrong considering what i have been put thru. I found it last night when i was packing. Miracles do happen, although i didn't win the Euro millions! not happy about that

I am going to scrub the bath and anything scrubbable in that flat. it's clean but it looks like two guys have been living there. One in his 70s(who is gone) the other in his 30s. He is a diva who wears make up and all the shelves in the bathroom are full of hair products! where am i supposed to put my toothbrush?? I think we are going to have a little talk, the sooner the better

Anyway, I should be grateful i have a room, the landlord won't be breathing down my neck. his god-son warned me to assert my authority with mister hairstpry. he tends to monopolise the living room apparently. Nice of him to warn me. he also invited me to his huge, huge (almost a castle really)mansion in Oxfordshire. i might take him up on the offer. he has a wife and two kids and they'll be happy to have me of course.

Not bad, i just need to get my bearings again and I'll be fine