Cinnamon patrol

Here some some snaps of the new apartment.

Main bathroom and 2nd bedroom not included, as they are works in progress.

The rental agent's plumber failed to turn up for the final time yesterday, so we have sourced a new plumber ourselves. I'm hoping for good things.

As you can see, our couch is particularly generous. On the days when it's cold and rainy outside (i.e. all of them for the next 4 months), it is quite hard to leave it for work. Often I think of just sitting there and doing a Discovery marathon, punctuated only by the Angelus at 6pm on RTE1.

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Holy batman! This tired blog has been laying bare, strewn, left adrift, abandoned.

But we have not sat still. We have not been slothful or lazy. We could be reclining on our oversized couch, enjoying apertifs from our oversized coffee table and watching cable TV from either of two locations. But we're not. Every day, at dawn's crack we heave ourselves into the cold morning (well. one of us does - the other gets in the car and drives to work with the heat on) and give ourselves over to Dublin Bus. We toil away at our workplaces and watch the sun set over our afternoon tea. And then again - into the cold night - the unforgiving cold night.

When we do see the sun, it is from the warm bosom of Ikea and her inexpensive cafeteria. We must fortify ourselves with meatballs, gravad lax, almondy cake and €1 hot chocolates. We must live better through technology - even when that technology is kitchen drawer organisers that aren't designed for your kitchen drawers and have to be tortured into shape. And we lug flatpacks 10, nay 100 times our own weight like so many weary ants.

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This weekend we promise to take photos of the new digs. Stay tuned.

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