I have achived Flat.
This morning I left Letchworth with six hundred pounds worth of crisp new twenty pound notes, and went to Bedford to exchange them for four small pieces of metal that granted me access to the as-yet-unnamed flat in Chaucer Road, Bedford.
There I spent several hours trying to get the heating working (and suceeding), the hot water working (and failing) and making tea (My old kettle’s plugs pins are bent, I ended up boiling water in the frying pan, because whilst the house comes with plates and mugs and wardrobes and pictures of dolphins, it lacks for saucepans).
Then I came back to Letchworth and had breakfast, which I really should have thought of earlier.
So, Yay, Moving house. Again.