Yesterday was quite odd. We loaded up the mini and hit the road with a small portion of stuff around 9:30 in the morning, heading towards Ikea in Croydon. We got to Ikea around 11 and had a quick whirl around the place. It was some place. It was two-floors and much like in Seattle, you have to make your way through the maze, which is always a bit perplexing to me. Anyways, didn't get too much stuff because we realized that we didn't know what exactly we were getting with the place. So left there a little before noon and arrived at our London destination around 12:30, scoring a parking spot right outside. However, we weren't meeting the landlord until 2, so we had to kill some time. This would become a recurring theme throughout the day.
So, we went to Starbucks down the road and got some lunch. Then we still had loads of time so went over to the actual Parsons Green and chilled until 2. So we had a brief meeting with the landlord, who was doing a bit of work on things. We got handed huge wads of keys (for some reason there are 7, and I only know what 4 of them do) and an inventory of the place. We checked out the meter readings and took a quick look around. Now, at this point we had envisioned the landlord leaving, but alas, he had gotten stuck in horrible traffic on his way over from Wales and still had about an hours worth of stuff he wanted to do to the place that day. Not wanting to chill with the landlord during this time, we head out.
This time we went to this neat looking bar on Parson Green. It was called Aragon House and I think it may be the coolest bar I've ever went to. It was in a sort of house, had a garden out back and a patio in the front. The inside was two floors, the main floor and the basement. The walls were sponge painted and there was a slight gothic flare to the decor. All of the chairs were different and there were couches in abundance. I'm sure its something on evenings on the weekends. The crowd on a Sunday afternoon seemed very posh. I felt very under preppy. This does not often occur. After what seemed like an hour, we went back over to the house. The front door was open so we figured the landlord was still there. We went back to Starbucks and bought some beans, went back and the vacuum was in the landing, so the landlord was still there. In desparate need of facilities, we went over to Pitcher & Piano, just around the corner. Finally, half an hour later we went back and the place was literally ours.
We were both a little worried that we wouldn't like the place upon closer inspection. The kitchen is literally the weak point of the place, but the landlord said they would be back in a month or to and put in a new fridge/freezer, new stove and new countertops. The floors throughout are wooden, and are actual wood, not that imtation stuff. While it's a little dark, we reckon it will look quite cool when we actually get our stuff in there. We've also got a new list of things we need. Which is bad as I am anti-spending money these days. Alas.
In one of my few blog entry edits, there are some pictures of the flat on picasa. I forgot to take outside shots, and you can't see some things too well, but it's a start. I'll be back this weekend and take some more then. It should also look cuter in a few weeks when filled with stuff.
So, we went to Starbucks down the road and got some lunch. Then we still had loads of time so went over to the actual Parsons Green and chilled until 2. So we had a brief meeting with the landlord, who was doing a bit of work on things. We got handed huge wads of keys (for some reason there are 7, and I only know what 4 of them do) and an inventory of the place. We checked out the meter readings and took a quick look around. Now, at this point we had envisioned the landlord leaving, but alas, he had gotten stuck in horrible traffic on his way over from Wales and still had about an hours worth of stuff he wanted to do to the place that day. Not wanting to chill with the landlord during this time, we head out.
This time we went to this neat looking bar on Parson Green. It was called Aragon House and I think it may be the coolest bar I've ever went to. It was in a sort of house, had a garden out back and a patio in the front. The inside was two floors, the main floor and the basement. The walls were sponge painted and there was a slight gothic flare to the decor. All of the chairs were different and there were couches in abundance. I'm sure its something on evenings on the weekends. The crowd on a Sunday afternoon seemed very posh. I felt very under preppy. This does not often occur. After what seemed like an hour, we went back over to the house. The front door was open so we figured the landlord was still there. We went back to Starbucks and bought some beans, went back and the vacuum was in the landing, so the landlord was still there. In desparate need of facilities, we went over to Pitcher & Piano, just around the corner. Finally, half an hour later we went back and the place was literally ours.
We were both a little worried that we wouldn't like the place upon closer inspection. The kitchen is literally the weak point of the place, but the landlord said they would be back in a month or to and put in a new fridge/freezer, new stove and new countertops. The floors throughout are wooden, and are actual wood, not that imtation stuff. While it's a little dark, we reckon it will look quite cool when we actually get our stuff in there. We've also got a new list of things we need. Which is bad as I am anti-spending money these days. Alas.
In one of my few blog entry edits, there are some pictures of the flat on picasa. I forgot to take outside shots, and you can't see some things too well, but it's a start. I'll be back this weekend and take some more then. It should also look cuter in a few weeks when filled with stuff.
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Sweet!
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