My logistics have become even more complicated than before.
Because I have temporarily moved to live on a boat. Yup, a lovely house boat in the middle of London. It is a temporary arrangement I can not detail more because a) you would be bored to death by my current logistics and b) even if my logistics were not boring to death, my way of explaining would still bore you to death.
The boat is really well equipped (but no internet sadly) and is comfy like a real flat, but I still feel like a super new-age-alternative-funky-treehugging woman when I emerge in the morning and the ducks greet me while I step off the boat in my high heels and posh suit for work (if you ever see a powersuit-clad woman wobbling like mad on her stilettos while attempting to walk on the gang plank to a house boat, that is most probably me). It's fun, it's new, and it's so not me.
There are three things I love about this place:
- in my cabin there is a window on the ceiling, which means I can lie in bed and see the stars at night (when they show) or watch the sun rise in the morning
- the toilets (this can only be illustrated by a picture which I shall post when I return to civilisation)
- the flatmate, or rather boatmate. It's funny how with some people you just click and know you can be friends instantly.