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It’s a Small World
So, we found our new house. Needs a bit of work, admittedly (the painting is in progress) but it’s big and its airy and it has lots of wooden floors - which possibly makes our new living room my dream space.
Our first visit post-contract signing involved a certain amount of “okay, need to deal with that” and removal of clutter, and it was then I discovered the (empty) box of an M&S Easter egg on top of my bedroom cupboard. A Dalek Easter egg no less.
“Ho-ho!” I thought, “We’ve had fans!” And I must say I grinned slightly as I presented this finding to Chris and my Aunt. “It was meant to be!” I proclaimed.
And then, on sorting through the kitchen, aforementioned Aunt discovered a pinny in one of the drawers which seemed even more bizarre. White it was, but with a large TARDIS emblazoned across it. And another one saying “Stuff being princess, I want to be Queen”.
Gay fans then. Definitely home.
Later I found myself building a pile of post for the previous occupants too, thinking “I’ll get rid of that later” and then carried on moving in.
And then a little later there was a chance encounter with a neighbour outside the front door. “The guys who lived there before moved to Australia,” she confided. We smiled and agreed that it was a nice plan, and then we thought no more of it.
Until… well, do you know those moments when you’re not even thinking of something, but suddenly different thoughts rush forwards to occupy the mental space and combine into a sudden realisation? Suddenly it all linked: Who’ers, Gayers, Australia-ers. I knew someone who ticked those boxes and now I came to think of it his surname was one of those on the post I’d sorted.
On returning to the old flat I dug out the Mac and messaged an occasional drinking buddy of mine on Facebook. “Here, Giles” I asked, “You didn’t live at ******* did you?”
Turns out he did. Of all the places in London Chris and I could have chosen to live, it turns out to be the home of a gay, Who-loving friend of mine who has not long vacated the property and I didn’t even know was so local to me. As far as coincidences go I think that’s pretty impressive.
(The move, incidentally, is now complete. It was hellish. I hurt all over and feel thoroughly drained and ill, but we are, at least, in. Now we just have to get it sorted in time to have a housewarming or we’ll never hear the end of it.)
Posted on June 24, 2008 | Filed Under My So-Called Life
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