Settling in

I'm settling in to the new house rather better than I thought I would, and I'm learning to adapt to the new living arrangements quite nicely. On Thursday night I went for dinner with friends in Earl's Court, some of whom I haven't seen in absolutely ages, and although the food wasn't great, it was good to catch up with what every one is up to. Over the weekend DL came and we sorted out bits and bobs around the house and I cooked us dinner on Saturday night. I've also been having intensive orientation training with the dog over the past few days, and I've discovered that I've possibly chosen the worsed place in London to live in with regards to getting to work. It's going to take me just over an hour and a half to get there and it involves busses, tubes and walking, lovely! That'll certainly wake me up in the morning, especially travelling during rush hour. I popped in to the office today while I was in the area, ahead of my induction day on Wednesday, and my team all seem lovely and friendly, and I have a feeling I'll enjoy working there. I also really like the woman who's helping me with the dog, we spend more time chatting than we do anything else, and she says that her brother has a really lovely house much closer to my work and is possibly looking for a new flatmate. Tonight I was supposed to be meeting up with some friends for dinner, but the woman who was organising it, one of my ex house mates from my first year at uni has been stranded in Nottingham and so has cancelled, so I'm going to open a bottle of wine instead. Tomorrow I'm meeting up with a dear old friend of mine, O, who I haven't seen in just over three years. We lost touch and reconnected recently and we're both very excited about the meet. If there's anyone who can help me get on to the gay scene in London, it's him. I've also been in touch with a couple of gay groups and will hopefully be going along to them some time soon.

My mother is still haveng kittens, and keeps calling and saying things like, "you're too far away, I can't just drive for an hour and see you anymore," and, "I don't like the thought of you living in London, it's so big!" Which is quite amusing and I've told her to calm down. I think she's hoping I'll hate it and miraculously want to go back to the home town I left five years ago, not gonna happen mum. I'm off to cook some dinner and open that wine...