In which the author details the flat

So this new flat I'm in. As I've said before it's a bit posh. Lots of shiny wood (veneer, I think) on the floor and shelves. The walls are properly painted instead of whitewashed, the furniture is solid and comfortable and there are pictures on the walls.

As I sit here in the second bedroom which is now an office, I have a partial view of the skyline. The view in nowhere near as good as the previous place - then I looked over trees, now I look in other people's windows but I can still see some sky and marvel at its changing colours. At the moment it's a purple-tinged grey which sounds dire but is in face rather dramatic. Not the colour you would put on your walls but definitely the backdrop to some climactic event.

The flat has a tv, video and cable so while I wasn't connected to the internet I started watching tv. Some of my favourite programmes are on (CSI especially) but they have a bad habit here of having ad breaks every ten minutes or so. I can't get used to it, I started flicking between channels and then missing the beginning of the next part of whatever I was watching. I doubt I'll be watching as much now the internet is up and running (albeit intermittently) but I guess it'll be good for when I'm eating my supper (no more crumbs on the keyboard, eh?)

I briefly met the cleaner who comes with the flat. I had to put my foot down about how much and how often she was coming. I appreciate that this is a job for her and therefore the money she lives on but at times I feel like a human ATM, going to work just to pay out money to the people around me. She did a very good job while she was here and seemed to have enough time to do what was needed plus some washing up I'd left in the sink. No, I'm not one of those mad people who clean just before the cleaner comes, I just think she's here to do the stuff I don't like doing (cleaning the floors, bathroom, kitchen etc.) and not tidying up after me (ie making my bed and doing my washing up). We'll see how it goes.