I bought a new kettle yesterday.
There is a tradition that when I get to a new house, the first thing I do when I have the keys is go inside and make a cup of tea. This has happened every move since Bedford (Which is five), but was actually started with my very first flat of my own in Sunderland. So I bought a box of tea-bags in my lunch break on Friday, preordered a kettle and some cheap mugs in Argos at the same time, and picked them and a bottle of milk up on the way to Palmers Green where the estate agent is.
The flat is lovely. In total it’s smaller than our current place, but the kitchen is nicer. Also, it’s twenty minutes by bus from work, which is an improvement on twenty minutes to the first of two trains to work. It’ll gain me about three hours a day of extra life, which is worthwhile.
So me and Fyr went to sign the contracts, and in return for a great deal of money got a small set of keys to borrow for a year. Quite a small set of keys, in fact, because instead of being two full sets of keys for the house, it was in fact three quarters of a set of house-keys, four duplicate window keys and three duplicate mailbox keys. This is mostly fine, as keys we have can be duplicated.
The problem is, of course, in the fourth of the three quarters. For we have a deadlock key for the flat door, and we have a key for the back door, and we even have a yale key for the flat door. We do not, however, have a key for the building door, and it looks like the landlord’s phone number is office hours only.
Of course, from the back door we can access the front door, so it’s not a massive problem, but still. Keys would, generally, be handy.