The return!

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Back in London, and very glad to be so, given that I've spent three weeks sleeping (mostly) on a barely padded floor in a not entirely congenial flat full of people. Many, many, many thanks to icedsilk for her sanity-saving hospitality and company.

Right. Things I need to do now I'm back...

• Unpacking. I'm always really bad at this, but it needs to be done.
  
• Laundry. Lots of laundry.
  
• Putting away far too many clothes. I own too much clothing.
  
• Optimize my sock collection. Actually throw away the older ones with holes in. (Or put them to a good rag-type use.)
  
• Traipse over to Islington, to the same army surplus shop that sold me my last pair of new boots, and plonk them down on the counter to demonstrate the way the soles have been flaking and falling off. Here's documentary evidence.
  
• Shopping! And, importantly, eating. This may be a little hard to believe, but I've lost weight over my time in Scotland. I had to put a new hole in my belt at the beginning of the trip, and another one wouldn't go totally amiss now.
  
• Cooking. What a wonderful idea. I get to cook for Just Me, and possibly a select friend or two, rather than for anything from six to twelve, of whom several are vegetarian, one has a severe lactose allergy, and one is allergic to oranges and limes (but not lemons). I'm thinking a good very rare steak with creamy sauce. I'm not sure how to work the citrus in, though.
  
• New furniture. After wandering through Ikea with icedsilk the other weekend, I'm determined to replace the remaining crap studenty bookshelves and computer desk (which is held together by gaffer tape, and still wobbles alarmingly) with something decent.
  
• I need to put up some pictures, too. And acquire a Monet print I can look at to feel better.
  
• I need to find a decent haberdasher in London - after the success of the choker I showed off in my last post, I want to make more and perhaps even attempt to sell some if I can find a suitable context.
  
• Decide whether I can manage to head off to York this weekend, and if so, where I'm going to roost.
  
• A long, hot bath with bubbles in it. I have a lot of sore muscles I want to soak for awhile.