Moving in Day

My Uncle took my Mum and I to Dundee, my Mum wasn't going to come up but I think she was being nosy and want to see the flat for herself as I have been known to accept things that are less than perfect in the past.

We nipped in to my Gran's on the way up and she went on about how I needed a haircut and to be fair she has a point as I look like a hippy Frankie Boyle at the moment.

The drive up was fairly uneventful apart from the ever changable Scottish climate switching from pissing down to glorious sunshine every 10 minutes.

We got to the flat where my new landlord was waiting to give me my key and answer questions and after my Mum and Uncle had a cup of tea and a nose round the place they left me to it and I unpacked and waited for my flatmate to come in and show me where Tesco was.

Then my flatmate and I went to the weirdest Tesco since the Mercat in Kirkcaldy, a car park on the bottom floor, a travelator up to the store on the first floor and the cafe on the second floor.

The rest of the day/night was fairly uneventful