Ye gods!
Steve has developed tippity tapinitis.
He sits and taps his feet continuously all evening. I'm ready to nail his feet to the floor with ten inch nails.
I'm still waiting to have my moving date confirmed, estate agents, mortgage advisors and solicitors all seem to take their time. All I can do is keep buggering on, it will happen eventually.
I've purchased an assortment of items ready for when I move, just small things, a potato peeler and a tin opener etc.
I'm slowly collecting items from around the flat and stashing them in the bag in my wardrobe. I'm also ordering some tinned food and dried pulses with the weekly supermarket delivery, these are also hidden in my wardrobe. I do pay for my shopping so I'm not expecting Steve to pay for them.
I will change supermarkets when I move so Steve won't have my new address and as it will be near Christmas I may not be able to get a delivery immediately. This is why I'm stocking up now. There is a local milkman who delivers to the area so I can order stuff from him.
I don't think there is a cooker there either of that is so I will buy an air fryer and a stand alone single ring to cook on.
