This is a day of lasts, and therefore firsts. Let’s do the lasts first. My last day living as a single person, last full-time day in this office and the last of the regular postings here. So the firsts are quite obvious, then.
In many respects today is a milestone, and in honour of this auspicious occasion I’m off to Rome (then Lake Garda) tomorrow for a week. This meant the weekend was filled by much packing and box-lugging as IC and I brought her stuff downstairs into the Twatcave where it will remain until we both move into our new gaff in September.
After a go in the gym on Friday, which was a very laboured affair even by my standards, IC and I curtailed plans to go out and eat following some more packing and chose instead to get oven-shovable shit from Tesco that we ate in front of Fight Club.
Saturday got underway after a bacon sandwich around lunchtime, I went to the gym, believe it or not, then Paul appeared in the afternoon and I bribed him with beer in return for helping me carry IC’s boxes into my flat. I was quite surprised to discover that 2 or 3 dozen boxes would stack neatly into the bedroom which will make her stay with me a little more comfortable, in so far I won’t be falling all over her stuff and using blue language such as ‘fuck’ and ‘hairy fat cunts.’
The summer continued to be kind on Saturday afternoon so Paul and I sat in garden, following our efforts, drinking ruddy beer if you please. IC joined us later in the afternoon and we whiled away the warm summer day steadily taking on boozes. Early in the evening we popped round the corner to visit Oscar who had employed his extensive culinary skills to provide a 6-course Japanese meal for a few guests.
It was an excellent evening, the company was just right and none of the dishes were enormous so each one could be enjoyed without feeling as if one would burst, the smoked eel on rice was particularly good, the host had even gone as far as making his own ice cream, it was sublime. By the time we arrived home I was feeling a little shoddy and I took to my bed rather arseholed.
It was Frank’s birthday on Sunday so, after dragging some more furniture about and overseeing the installation of a number of Patty’s plants into my tiny yard, at midday I headed south to attend a barbeque at sirs request. The journey was awful, the initial bus-bit took an age and as the Jubilee Line was inoperative I had to fuck about on replacement services that stuck another 45 minutes on my already laboured movements. The last leg required my using a new-ish tram which was rather enjoyable, the bugger didn’t hang about either and I met Frank at the required stop feeling a bit space-age.
We sat in the garden for the afternoon, after a few beers I stuffed myself with all manner of flesh and caught up with the birthday fella and his recently wedded missus. They’re mid way through doing up the house but the garden was almost completely finished, it seems that Frank has hidden talents as a gardener which made me crave a proper outdoor space of my own, especially as my little yard is soon to be no more.
After micturating half the Thames at 5-ish I took a cab to the very end of the Northern line for a fiver, I felt the cost justified my making the quickest possible way home as I knew I was on a piss-drip. By the time I alighted at Bethnal Green my teeth were floating but the bus came fairly soon after.
I arrived home to find IC and Patty (she’s moving into IC’s old room) in my garden surrounded by plants imbibing Cava. It would seem they’d spent most of the afternoon there as they were both a little arseholed, I decided to help them out a bit.
By means of celebrating the change in circumstances Mary, who loses IC and gains Patty, made a prawn curry for us all. It was a jolly nice way of seeing off an era, indeed, until we sat down to eat together it hadn’t really occurred to me that the room that started off my whole new life in the East was now no more.
And on that note I too close a chapter on here. I’ll be back, of course, look out for me next week when I’ll bore you rigid moaning about being too hot in foreign lands.
Goodbye and thanks for reading.