It has now been just over a week since we moved to our new home, and since I wrote my last middle-of-the-night freakout post.
It has not been too bad and things are slowly improving as time goes on. There have been a series of small disasters though, and my freakout continued from last Wednesday well into the weekend. It is only now that I feel I am starting to settle down and get used to the new flat really.
The move itself didn’t go too badly at all. Chris’ Dad got down to us insanely early at about 7.30am, and despite my notion it would take about 50 trips back and forth in the car to move everything it actually only took six. By lunchtime everything had been moved, nothing had been broken, and the only thing to go wrong was Chris’ Dad giving himself a black eye with the arm of the sofa.
It was hugely exhausting, and by lunchtime I felt like it must be 8pm already. The fact I didn’t want to move really didn’t help at all; it just made it harder work moving boxes into a flat I didn’t really want to move into.
Our new bed arrived in the afternoon and has been AMAZING. We got it all put together without a hitch, and it is so comfortable and enormous. It was only one of the cheaper ones from Bensons for Beds, but I really like it, and it was worth the bit extra we spent on a memory foam mattress.
Not everything has gone so smoothly however.
Much to my relief, Chris did stay home on Friday morning to help me deal with the sofa delivery. Much to my distress, it did not fit. It came in three slightly smaller packs than I was expecting, but it was just too fat to fit down our stupid narrow stairs and the deliverymen almost ripped our drainpipe off trying to get it in. So we had to abort and send it back, which fortunately turned out to be an option, and they didn’t just dump it on the pavement or anything. I am told I can get a refund and that’s no problem, because it’s not a custom-made sofa or anything so it can just go back to the warehouse, but it has been a week already and I’m still chasing them up for the money. I won’t be comfortable about it until I know we’ve got the money back, and I don’t want to order a different sofa from anywhere else until we do either.
So that was our first small disaster, which was a shame because the sofa looked really nice. The coffee table from the same place fitted in at least and that looks really good.
Our new oven came on Friday too, and that was delivered and installed in about five minutes, so I should be grateful for small blessings really.
The sofa wasn’t the end of our furniture woes though, as we had a delivery from Next of two cupboards, a sideboard and a dining table on Sunday. They were all flat-packed, but they were not cheap at all and the whole lot cost us more than £1,500. We set to work with a cupboard first of all, and in the end it took us six whole hours spread over two days to complete it. And at the last stage… it’s faulty. One of the drawer runners is warped and unusable, so you can’t put the drawer in. So we ring them up, and guess what? In the intervening seven days since bought it the whole range has been discontinued, so they can’t supply a replacement part. They can only send a Furniture Doctor (what the fuck? you mean a carpenter yeah?) to try to fix it. Which they haven’t done because we’ve not heard back from them.
It turns out you can buy a new drawer runner online anyway, so I might just do that and fix the bloody thing myself. Not very good though.
The sideboard seems OK now that we’ve finished it, but the dining table has chips in the paint on the leg. We’re just going to paint over those with Tippex or something. It’s still not great that we have to do that, but I can’t be bothered to ring them up again. We haven’t opened the second cupboard yet, God knows what we’re going to find when we do. Poor show Next, poor show.
To make sorting things like this out even more annoying, Plusnet have fucked up the transfer of our phone and broadband, so we’ve been without both for a week and a half already and we’re looking at Monday before even the phone starts working again. What was the point in giving them three weeks’ notice before we moved? Absolutely none apparently, because they didn’t do anything at all about transferring the service until I rang them up again on the day of the move. They claim it’s not their fault because the previous owners had already filed to have their service disconnected before I requested our transfer – erm, isn’t that what ALWAYS happens? People move out, they cancel their service about the same time as you request to take over the line. It seems ridiculous that this somehow impeded them from doing anything until the previous service had ceased. So I’m not happy with them, and we’ve spent millions of pounds on our mobiles phoning them and other companies because our landline is out of action. Stupid Plusnet.
Oh yeah, and mobile reception in our flat is patchy because it’s a basement. You have to stand near the windows. Helpful.
But aside from all of THOSE things, the main problem with the flat has been noise from the property above. They have wooden floors, like everyone these days, and two toddlers, which is really fucking annoying. They didn’t live there when we bought the place. I’ve never lived in close proximity to small children before, but apparently their main occupation is running from one end of the flat to the other non-stop for hours on end, and then dropping toys on the floor repeatedly. We’ve already had to complain twice, and while the parents have been quite nice about it, it hasn’t actually made any difference to the noise. Fortunately we found out from them that they’re only there for a month, so them and their stupid toddlers will be fucking off at some point, and that makes it a bit more bearable. I’m worried about who we’ll get up there afterwards, but I can’t really do anything about that until it happens.
It has been pointed out to me that in the terms of our lease (and therefore most likely theirs as well) we are meant to keep the floors covered with carpet and underlay at all times. If the noise ends up being a real problem we could remind the owners of that or try to enforce it in some way. I hope it doesn’t come to that though, and we just get an adult couple living up there and we get used to the more general noise of people moving about who aren’t toddlers and who don’t enjoy indoor running.
So yeah, that’s a long list of things that have gone wrong, and given we’re quite stressed and tired each of them has felt like a bit of a disaster. We are starting to settle in though, and get used to things, and like it a bit more. As we gradually make it nicer in there and fix the things we don’t like I’m hopeful that will continue to improve.
It’s been a tough week, but maybe in a year I’ll be saying God I love our flat and I wouldn’t want to live anywhere else. Maybe. Please. Hopefully.