Which, loosely translated, means that Ben is moving in!
I have to admit the thought of not having him around, after the last two weeks of constant companionship, had left me feeling more than a little bereft but I'd assumed that he'd go back to his own place now I'm going back to work. Only the guy Ben rents a room from called him this morning and gave him notice - turns out he's proposed to his girlfriend and she wants the house just for them. Given that Ben had put him on speaker I did a quick bit of negotiating (Ben's getting this month's rent back for leaving immediately) and my spare room is now his. He and Grey have spent the best part of today ferrying his belongings over here and I, because it was the only thing Ben would let me do, have made more cups of coffee than any one person should be capable of if they aren't employed as a barista :)
I'm so glad I get to have him living with me again - he makes me laugh like no one else on this planet and has been there for me so many times over the years that he deserves a medal. Friends like him are a once in a lifetime thing I think, I'm really bloody lucky to have him.
There have also been some very interesting developments regarding the two scumbags that gave me my still fading facial bruises and the broken arm.
I'd love to share them with you all but I've been told I'm not allowed to in case I prejudice the case. Which isn't much but I know none of you will need Sherlock to work out what's going on :D
The only thing that is slightly denting my spirits is the thought of the tube journey tomorrow with my sexy blue sling on. My balance is off at the best of times, but traversing packed rush hour trains with only one working arm is pushing it to the limits. Ah well, at least I'll be back on my projects again.