So, at the beginning of May I will be attempting a reconnaissance mission to Edinburgh, Scotland, where I plan to rent a room in a random stranger's flat, whilst I flat-hunt for my forever home. The last time I did this I already lived in Edinburgh, and it took me 2 months of solid hunting to find a half decent, affordable abode. When I did, it was perfect. However, I foolishly gave it up after 6 happy years, and decamped to the very bottom of England, 18 months ago. I literally regretted the move the moment I stepped out of the removal van at my first stop, Devon, and all I've thought about, apart from Brian, ever since is returning to my old life. I miss it terribly and have been deeply unhappy wihtout it. I have not been well enough to wrap my head around moving back home until very recently. So, I've just given notice on my flat and am offski..... I will have to pack up all my furniture and belongings (many large, ridiculous collections of oddities) and put them into storage here, then hotfoot it back down to collect by removal van once I've found a flat. I will board Dudley in an Edinburgh cattery. I should really get on the case now, but I've moved four times in the last 18 months and the whole idea is a ludicrous, pain-in-the-neck.
The journey includes: a half hour car drive; choppy 25 min catamaran ferry; 15 min crammed to bursting shuttle bus; 3 hour slow train; then down, down into the London underground to wind my way through claustrophobic, long narrow, crowded rush hour passages, to get on a tube where I'll get seriously disapproving looks and grumblings for all my space-taking luggage and "baby", then more winding passages to another tube, more passages, then up many flights of stairs to busy Kings Cross station; 5+ hour high-speed train; then taxi ride to somewhere, as yet unknown, in Edinburgh. It also costs an arm and a leg, daylight robbing swines!
And, I have to take Dudley with me as I have nowhere suitable to leave him down here for such a long time.
Even just letting the thought of this normally nightmare journey on my own gives me the willies.
I've been on a Dudley treatment drive in order to get his happiness and love levels up enough to cope. I plan on dosing him up to the eyeballs, on a variety of cat-calming treatments, for the journey.
I wish I could get dosed up and curl up in the stroller with him. But, apparently, I'm the designated "adult".
Any tips, "there theres," and whatevers would be greatly appreciated. This is my first thread ever, it's quite exciting.
This is not an April Fools' Joke. If only it were.
The journey includes: a half hour car drive; choppy 25 min catamaran ferry; 15 min crammed to bursting shuttle bus; 3 hour slow train; then down, down into the London underground to wind my way through claustrophobic, long narrow, crowded rush hour passages, to get on a tube where I'll get seriously disapproving looks and grumblings for all my space-taking luggage and "baby", then more winding passages to another tube, more passages, then up many flights of stairs to busy Kings Cross station; 5+ hour high-speed train; then taxi ride to somewhere, as yet unknown, in Edinburgh. It also costs an arm and a leg, daylight robbing swines!
And, I have to take Dudley with me as I have nowhere suitable to leave him down here for such a long time.
Even just letting the thought of this normally nightmare journey on my own gives me the willies.
I've been on a Dudley treatment drive in order to get his happiness and love levels up enough to cope. I plan on dosing him up to the eyeballs, on a variety of cat-calming treatments, for the journey.
Any tips, "there theres," and whatevers would be greatly appreciated. This is my first thread ever, it's quite exciting.
This is not an April Fools' Joke. If only it were.
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