I suck

I don't email people back, and I never post to my blog, and I've lived in my flat for more than a month without so much as emailing a picture of the living room to my own mother (who is celebrating a birthday today BTW. Happy Birthday Mom!)

Apparently it wasn't just my lack of internet that kept me incommunicado all that time. I'm just miserable at keeping in touch. And for some reason I get the feeling that that's not going to change any time soon. Oh well. Know your demons, that's what I always say.

But I do have some killer photos, including this one, which is the view out my living room window at about 6am last week. As is usually the case with a sunrise, the camera really can't capture it. I had only been out of bed for about 15 seconds (not joking) when I was fumbling around for my camera. The sky was a burning red/pink, so much so that the image distorted in the picture and brought out some unnatural blues and purples in the rest of the frame. Even still, it's a pretty great picture. That's St. Mary Abbott's Church in the background, and the weird light/tower to the right of it is an old department store that's being renovated into a mall (which will include London's first Whole Foods)

At this, at long last, is my flat. There is still a great deal of STUFF that doesn't have a home yet...the apartment was rented to me furnished, but I've had to procure a desk and additional shelving. Excuses, excuses. The fact is that even if I really wanted my place to look neat and tidy and orderly and well designed etc. It never would. There is just something about me and my things (or rather the sort of things I keep around me) that will always look a little disorganized and funky. But I suppose there are worse things. I'm not going to bore you with pictures of every room (though for those of you with the unexplainable need to see my hallway, kitchen and lack of a door knob, they'll all be on my photoset soon. www.flickr.com/photos/abigayle57/ )

The one other thing I've got to share though is the bathroom. Most specifically, the shower. For those who have spent time in Europe, this won't shock you, but I've got say, I've been here two months and I am still not used to it. Notice anything different about this bathroom? The shower in particular. No, I'm not talking about the weird water pressure gadget, there is something missing from this picture. Yeah, no shower curtain, just a puny little barrier to make sure that the toilet paper roll doesn't get wet. Virtually none of the flats I looked at had them...I mean why would they? Who could possible want to contain the water to the area with a drain. And why keep the steam and warmth in the little area where you're naked and soaking wet when you can share it with the whole room and drastically decrease the effect? And the Brits love their cold drafts. I'm not bitter. How about a close-up for emphasis.
It's worth noting too, that I had to open my front door and step into the stairwell to get that first shot of my bathroom...it's a pretty narrow hallway.

So that's it, the long awaited post about my flat. Hope you liked it. Tune in again soon for pics of yours truly playing amature tour guide to a heard of college students from my hometown!