Moving and the pursuit of fiction

First blog post since January. Hmm... I guess the resolution to be a regular blogger didn't exactly work out.

Oh well, onward we go.

This evening, I packed the last of my books into boxes. We're moving on Friday and as always, I have left pretty much everything until the last minute.

I had a delightful conversation with a member of the Sky 'moving home' team earlier this week, in which they oh so helpfully said that the gargantuan hole in the wall through which the satellite cable runs is 'not their problem'. Also, the earliest they can come to set us up at the new place is next Thursday, which means a week without television.

The other half is distraught. I, on the other hand, am secretly pleased. No tv means no temptation to laze around in a semi-coma every evening watching whatever crap is on the box. No tv means I might actually get some of my sodding assignment done (which I really should be doing right now!)

I will also have no internet, which is potentially more distressing than no tv.

I'm really into podcast fiction at the moment. Loving Xenos Beach by Graham Joyce on the Dark Fiction Magazine website. I don't actually listen on an iPod. I think that I must be one of the few people in the universe who doesn't own an mp3 player. I am thinking, however that in the pursuit of fiction it may be a worthy investment.