So Naples isn't all so bad. Sadly I had to leave almost as soon as I'd arrived. I got a glimpse of some sunshine, now I'm typing in a storm in Sheffield.
Where is the ceiling? Yeah. Weirdest hotel room ever. Also, if I wanted to I could open the French window, walk along the balcony and nip into the room next door.
Now I don't have to eat off the sofa, which is nice. BONUS: There's still a view of the TV! Professional interior design, by Ben Oliver.
Look at that I have house shit now.
Well it's not such a bad part of the world. Sunshine when you get home from work is one of those things that keeps you sane without your realising it. On the three days of the year when it's not cloudy I can bask. Who basks? I bask.
Sometimes, there's nothing to do.
New sofa! Not new, not new at all, it's a shaggy old bastard but it's homey and comforting and cheap.
I've got my own little grow house going on here.
I don't take pictures of food often, but I just unwittingly ordered the second biggest stake of my life. I just popped out for a quick bite to eat. The road ahead is a troubling one, I think.
On the hill coming down to my house.
Went furniture shopping. They had some interesting stuff.
At last, blue skies.
Screen update baby.
So this is where I live now. It's not so bad.
The new place. Still got boxes everywhere.
I was supposed to go to Italy, but it got cancelled. Sadly I only found out when I was down in London.
I drove a van. That's another thing off the list.
By the way, I'm busy moving to Sheffield for a new job and I've got lots to do so I apologise for any periods of silence, or any pictures without comments.
Sheffield, like many towns, has made a few architectural missteps in its time.