I don’t think I’ve written anything about what’s going on re: Les’s move to London.
We spent two weekends in London, looking at apartments. Les has been looking to rent a room in someone’s existing household rather than trying to find a one bedroom for himself. It had been really difficult because he needed to find space for him and Xena and most places didn’t want to take a dog.
He eventually found a really nice room in the Lewisham district of London, which is way out in the south eastern part of the city. The place is a great big room that looks out onto a wonderful overgrown garden. The household has a dog and teenagers who would be keen on picking up spending money dog sitting Xena while Les is at school or traveling for a gig.
A few days after getting that place, Les’s friend Paula called with a lead on a one bedroom in her apartment complex. The guy living there is moving to Scotland for a year or two and is looking to rent the place out while he’s gone. Paula lives a few blocks from the Tower Bridge. A one bedroom in her complex will be a pretty good size and she managed to talk the guy into being willing to rent it out for what Les is paying for the room in Lewisham.
Les is sort of torn about where to live because Lewisham includes on-site dog sitting *and* the utilities are includes in the rent there and not in the one bedroom. The Tower of London place also has some logistical issues that make moving a pain. However, living in the central London is pretty rad. Les is in London today looking at the place and trying to figure out where he wants to live.
I’m in Birmingham, helping with the final bits of packing-and-cleaning. I’ve mostly been cleaning the apartment. Les’s two other housemates are moving out as well and so the whole place needs to be cleaned. Neither of the other two people seem to have any intention of actually picking up a sponge so I’ve been going around cleaning room by room. So far this week I’ve cleaned a bathroom from top to bottom, spent a couple of hours sweeping up 9 months worth of leaves from the backyard, and spent like 4 hours today cleaning the kitchen from top to bottom. After I finish posting this, I’m going to start wiping down surfaces and hoovering Les’s bedroom.
I’ve been oscillating between being really annoyed and happy to help. I figure it is my duty as a significant other to help out Les with anything I can. He’s helped me move twice, although his involvement has been less extensive in both cases. So really, I don’t feel put-out or anything. I just wish my time here was more vacation-y than it has been. Hopefully once we get moved on Monday the last two weeks of my visit will be a tad bit more relaxed and fun.