It's a House, but it's Flat

Fenland is flat, as we know. But I have a new house.
I was visited by mother and sister yesterday. I think they thought I would be living in a grotty hovel, surrounded by empty bottles, but I hope I proved them wrong:

They brought me new duvet and sheets as a housewarming. They even match my lamp!

The paintings my daughter did for me came with them too (rented house, existing holes only!)

It is a very small house, but there is a little storage in wardrobes, and a shed for my bike (amazing how there is always a headwind, whichever way you ride!). Massive decluttering: a trip a day to the charity shop, and more to follow. Who needs all the stuff from a 14 room house with 2 adults and 3 kids, to a house for one lonely, sad bloke?
And a kitchen suitable for one.

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I spent the day signing on in Wisbech, clearing the bedding out of my boat for the winter, dealing with all the post my mother brought up (all those address changes and complaints about cancelled direct debits!) and applying for jobs. I think I have my act together, even though I dont know how I ended up here (well, I do, it is where my boat is, thanks to my temporary accomodation in Suffolk for 8 months, turning into 3 weeks), but in the meantime, March is where we are. Paid for a year and still good with the bank. AND my great neice lives here, my aunt, cousin, sister, and oldest friend are all 4 stops on the train away.