Home sweet home

Meet my first ever walk in wardrobe!! It was the thing that sold it for us, well actually mainly just me.

So we got the keys and moved into our Cobble Hill apartment yesterday. Jonny literally had tears in his eyes when the management agent called to say we could move in without the need for a guarantor or having to pay a hefty wedge to some security company to vouch for us. As you can see we are very happy!

We arrived at 9am on the dot in a taxi with all our belongings - by that I mean a couple of suitcases full of washing, two pillows and a blow-up mattress - and were greeted by our doorman Claude (Yes I have a door man), who looks exactly like Morgan Freeman - a picture will follow, as soon as I stumble home drunk one day and ask for his autograph! There is also a night one too who scarily looks like Hannibal Lector - I'll be calling Jonny to come and meet me don't worry mum.

Our apartment is 4Jn (I just had to check on the door as I'd forgotten) and if you're wondering the little 'n' stands for North building. So here it is:

                                                                         Kitchen

                                                                   
                                                                      Bedroom

Lounge

Bathroom

View from the window

And wait for it, this is where all the magic happens. My new office. Ta dah.....

Jonny's first job was of course to get the internet running, while I went out for drinks with some of the  girls that I have met. I didn't feel right leaving him on our first night but he insisted and I feel better now as he's gone to work this morning and left me with this...

We're off to find Ikea later to get the bare essentials and I have spied a few cute furniture shops that I plan to explore this weekend, so hopefully next time you see our 'apartment' - it's not a flat I keep getting told, it will look a little more welcoming. 

Thanks for dropping in!