- I still have to re-paint the skirting boards in the bedroom and the lounge
- I still have to touch up the white paint round the ceiling where I have accidently added some blue splashes
- The carpet in my lobby needs laying
- I have a towel rail and a cabinet to put up in the main bathroom
- I am still eating my dinner of my knee in front of the TV as I don't have a dining table - OK so even if I did have a dining table I wouldn't eat at it but at least I could pretend
- My computer is sitting on the coffee table and my box full of wires, CDs and computer 'things' is sitting in the middle of the living room as I don't have a desk
- Neither of my toilets flush properly
- I can't set my burgular alarms. (Note to potential thieves. My neighbour is built like a shit brickhouse, works evenings so is in all day and will pounce on you if you try and rob me)
- There is exposed wiring in the en-suite
- I have not told Men's Health I have moved. If someone from there is reading this - I have changed address! Contact me for my new one.
- My living room curtains are still 2m long and dragging along the carpet. I need to cut them down.
- The room-of-yet-to-be-determined-purpose which is currently a large walk in wardrobe needs a blind. I am on my final warning from the resident's association about standing naked in the window while I decide what to wear
- There still are two dead pigeons in the water tank
- All the switches in the house are the wrong way round. The light in the hall turns the bathroom light on and the light by the bathroom turns the hall one on. I am not holding my breath that this can be fixed.
- And I seem to have caught the compulsion to make lists from Greavsie
But I got my broadband hooked up last night. It only took BT 7 days to flick the switch they needed to, which I think is a record for them. So all that can wait, I don't care any more. I can now get back to updating my blog from home rather than work, illegally downloading music, viewing pornography, watching the new series of "The Mighty Boosh" on the web, grooming children and everything else the Internet was made for.