Musings On Living Together
It's starting to sink in now that I live with my boyfriend and so far, I haven't managed to balls it up although it has only been a few days! We're used to spending a lot of time with each other but that was like having pyjama parties....without the pyjamas...but plenty of nudity....
This morning as the boyf ran around like a blue arsed fly in a panic before he dashed off to get a flight to Denmark, he asked 'NML, have you seen my aftershave?' 'Yeah, it's here' and I rooted it out from one of my organisational piles and handed it to him. 'Wow, I feel like we're definitely living together now!' he wisecracked.
As usual the brain has been working overtime, making lots of mental notes and quietly worrying about ridiculous things. Now I know that I'm like the Queen and I don't go for number two's...however if that circumstance were to occur for some freak reason...is it possible for it to happen without the boyf ever finding out? I have got used to going for a wee knowing that it's possible that he can hear the tinkle though - for some reason I think it's weird going for a wee when someone can hear you hence I try to wee quietly....
If I ever see flatpack furniture from Ikea again, I will weep (the boyf had better brace himself for tears then...) but the two enormous chests of draws have now been erected and are waiting for a lot of my clothes. Have I mentioned how shocked I am at the sheer volume of clothes, shoes and bags that I own? I will never go near a shop again...for a while. Now that I have responsibilities (Oh beejaysus, I feel myself going all fluttery!) I have to think about the practicalities instead of whether my boobs or bum look good in something...
The boyf I've discovered has a habit of trying to talk to me when he's in the bedroom and I'm in the kitchen. I NEVER understand what he says and invariably I end up going 'Huh?';'What?';'Pardon?!' After this happened about twenty times (he clearly missed me while he was playing Bob The Builder with the draws), I felt compelled to point out that his voice is not very loud and that he either needs to speak up or call me...I think I understand my own name...
I'm also a country girl AND a south Londoner now which is a departure from living within walking distance of Oxford Street and my beloved Selfridges. I was brought up in the leafy burbs when I lived in Dublin so it's like a return to my roots living in the burbs of London, however it also means that I actually have to get out of the bed at 7am and move with speed as opposed to putting it on snooze and staying in bed until as late as 7.54 (Declan is normally finishing up on BBC news at this point). I decided to get the bus to the station (sacred heart - I can't believe I need to do that) and patted myself on the back for being a country girl with normal people on the bus. I should have waited a moment because next thing this weird guy in need of some exfoliator starts effing and blighing at the bus driver and the traffic. I gave him such a look of distaste - doesn't he realise that we're not in the city?!
I made the overground train with seconds to spare and must have looked like a bootfaced miserable bitch as I muttered about Tubes arriving in 1,2 and 3 minute intervals and having to race for the train so I don't wait 7 minutes (that's a long time in London commuting time)....
Oh and after more than 3 freakin' weeks, I am finally able to announce that I have been promoted. Before I could blab mine and other peoples news to my hearts content but now that an alarming number of people in my building read my blog, when bony bum boss says 'Don't say anything until it's announced formally', I actually have to do as I'm told. I did take the opportunity to throw hissy fits and demand to know why it hadn't been announced and someone else's had been . 'Is it coz I is black?' I said Ali G style a few days back. The boss has made the P45 'joke' about 20 times over the last few weeks... When I was actually promoted (I'm now a Major Client and Agency Manager - what the f*ck is that I'm sure some of you are thinking...), the big boss said 'I'll trust you're happy with that' and I replied 'Well...you know an extra grand wouldn't go astray....' and they both cracked up laughing. 'You're funny!' the big boss said. 'No seriously!' and they laughed harder. Oh dear...
This morning as the boyf ran around like a blue arsed fly in a panic before he dashed off to get a flight to Denmark, he asked 'NML, have you seen my aftershave?' 'Yeah, it's here' and I rooted it out from one of my organisational piles and handed it to him. 'Wow, I feel like we're definitely living together now!' he wisecracked.
As usual the brain has been working overtime, making lots of mental notes and quietly worrying about ridiculous things. Now I know that I'm like the Queen and I don't go for number two's...however if that circumstance were to occur for some freak reason...is it possible for it to happen without the boyf ever finding out? I have got used to going for a wee knowing that it's possible that he can hear the tinkle though - for some reason I think it's weird going for a wee when someone can hear you hence I try to wee quietly....
If I ever see flatpack furniture from Ikea again, I will weep (the boyf had better brace himself for tears then...) but the two enormous chests of draws have now been erected and are waiting for a lot of my clothes. Have I mentioned how shocked I am at the sheer volume of clothes, shoes and bags that I own? I will never go near a shop again...for a while. Now that I have responsibilities (Oh beejaysus, I feel myself going all fluttery!) I have to think about the practicalities instead of whether my boobs or bum look good in something...
The boyf I've discovered has a habit of trying to talk to me when he's in the bedroom and I'm in the kitchen. I NEVER understand what he says and invariably I end up going 'Huh?';'What?';'Pardon?!' After this happened about twenty times (he clearly missed me while he was playing Bob The Builder with the draws), I felt compelled to point out that his voice is not very loud and that he either needs to speak up or call me...I think I understand my own name...
I'm also a country girl AND a south Londoner now which is a departure from living within walking distance of Oxford Street and my beloved Selfridges. I was brought up in the leafy burbs when I lived in Dublin so it's like a return to my roots living in the burbs of London, however it also means that I actually have to get out of the bed at 7am and move with speed as opposed to putting it on snooze and staying in bed until as late as 7.54 (Declan is normally finishing up on BBC news at this point). I decided to get the bus to the station (sacred heart - I can't believe I need to do that) and patted myself on the back for being a country girl with normal people on the bus. I should have waited a moment because next thing this weird guy in need of some exfoliator starts effing and blighing at the bus driver and the traffic. I gave him such a look of distaste - doesn't he realise that we're not in the city?!
I made the overground train with seconds to spare and must have looked like a bootfaced miserable bitch as I muttered about Tubes arriving in 1,2 and 3 minute intervals and having to race for the train so I don't wait 7 minutes (that's a long time in London commuting time)....
Oh and after more than 3 freakin' weeks, I am finally able to announce that I have been promoted. Before I could blab mine and other peoples news to my hearts content but now that an alarming number of people in my building read my blog, when bony bum boss says 'Don't say anything until it's announced formally', I actually have to do as I'm told. I did take the opportunity to throw hissy fits and demand to know why it hadn't been announced and someone else's had been . 'Is it coz I is black?' I said Ali G style a few days back. The boss has made the P45 'joke' about 20 times over the last few weeks... When I was actually promoted (I'm now a Major Client and Agency Manager - what the f*ck is that I'm sure some of you are thinking...), the big boss said 'I'll trust you're happy with that' and I replied 'Well...you know an extra grand wouldn't go astray....' and they both cracked up laughing. 'You're funny!' the big boss said. 'No seriously!' and they laughed harder. Oh dear...
18 Comments:
Congrats once again on the promotion!
You're not REALLY living together until you share a bout of diarrhea ala Sex in the City. Remember when that twit, Charlotte, & her bald, hairy backed husband got sick from a romantic French dinner? It brought them closer together. And luckily they had 2 bathrooms.
Congratulations on the promotion! And to cohabitation going well!
NML, this gets more and more interesting. It's better than UPN. :) Congrats on the promotion! Take care and I hope to see you and BF in Cape Town next year.
In terms of going number two, have you ever heard of the double S? (Shit and shower -- sorry there was no way to put it delicately ). If you can master that, he'll never know!
Congratulations on your promotion. =)
It's actually really cute to think of you all set up in the 'burbs - what domestication fun will follow?!
Really, living separately after a certain point is such a waste of money. =P
The mistake you made was only asking for grand more, you see... ;o)
Wow! This reminds me of when I moved in with my boyfriend two years ago. We're married now...so it worked out. He also tried to talk to me when I was two rooms away and it's always my fault, becuase he says I am hard of hearing. Good luck! I will be a blast!!!
Oh, by the way. We've been together for four years, living together for two and I still run the water in the bathroom so he doesn't here me going.
lol,im also shy when it comes to peeing,but ur funny,i guess it will take alittle longer to adjust to using the toilet when hes around.
Congrads on ur promotion!!
Yay! On both counts. Good that things are going well in your new digs. You two will do just fine. :-)
congratulations!
And seriously, I thought I was the only one who couldn't stand the thought of someone hearing me pee...sometimes it's good to know that you're not alone. :-)
congrats on your promotion. good stuff!
Congratulations!!!(again)
Glad things are working with the boyf...and try letting the taps run when you go to the loo!! Mild protection of modesty is better than none.
NML,
Congratulations my sweet!
You have finally found love at last: Strong, bitter-sweet...
So happy for you ( smile and wink)
Hey, you got a promotion! Whoo hoo! Now maybe you can afford all that Ikea furniture you've been buying...
Oh, and I've found that moving is a great way to get rid of junk. Who knew we kept so many things we don't use anymore?
Hey congrats on the promotion....now work on that being able to pee loudly thing...be free girl. :-)
oh, so glad things are working out so well for you!!! yay! Congratulations on everything.
Instructions on how to Poop Secretly when Boyfriend is Nearby
1. close door and turn on shower full blast.
2. the hotter the water, the better. let it get kinda steamy.
3. do your business.
4. the shower disguises the noise.
5. the heat from the hot water disguises the smell.
Voila! It works like a charm. Repo and i both hated going when the other person was around, and he showed me this technique. Hope this helps.
i've always lined the bowl with toilet paper so there'd be neither tinkle nor plop...
although facing the biological necessities of the partner is inevitable, i wouldn't be too concerned about the noises but DEFinitely draw the line at leaving doors open or - yikes - sharing the bathroom (except for showers, to save on water, obviously...)
;-) xx
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