Laying out my winter clothes and wishing I was gone
Well, this will be the last dispatch you receive from SE18. Tomorrow comes the Transit van to pick up my life and transport it to Bromley. Meanwhile, my current housemates have invested in some sort of electronic baby-entertainment device that plays Brahms' Lullaby terribly fast.
I hope this will be a good flatshare. It's off to a flying start: calgor is clever and kind and cuddly and fun, but above all he's exceedingly unlikely to give birth in the next fortnight.