Staying put

Well it's official. We're not moving out of the flat now, we've signed the lease for another 12 months. I know I know. Everyone that's ever been here has had the same look on their face. It's a shit hole. You're getting done. You can get better places for less money. We know all this. In fact, when the decision was thrust upon me, I made a pro and con list. The pro list for moving out was huge and I'm sure I didn't get it finished. There were only two things on con side of moving out. The first I can't remember, I think it was the fact that the new place didn't have a tree. The second however was that this place is home. It may indeed be a dive, but it's our dive.

As a little pick me up on losing out on having the big room (and lets face it, Mumbles would never let go of the one he's in now), I'm going to convert the spare room into a second room. It's about time we did something with it. I never go in there because it still feels like Spicy's room in a weird way. But, I've been paying for that room just to have it there, so I may aswell use it. I'm gonna strip it out, remove the cupboard and draws, get a comfy chair, maybe a sofa (or convert the bed into one), maybe put a rug down. It's gonna be a study/games/weights room since I don't have room for all that stuff in mine. I'm looking forward to it. Gotta figure out where to get a chair...hmmmm. And then there's the decision of either a comfy armchair or a rocking chair??