First impressions

I arrived at Liverpool Street station - a place I have been many times before - but this time arriving as a London resident. It felt different.
I stepped outside with my bike, and noticed the noise, the rush, and the traffic. Still, I cycled to my destination and arrived in one piece, which felt like a minor achievement.
One of the priorities at a time like this is to be able to make a cup of tea. We found the kettle relatively quickly - but its plug was missing. Was this our removal men, who did the packing for us, displaying a twisted sense of humour? Some hours later we discovered the plug, in a completely different box - one labelled "books", in fact, as if to minimise the chances of us finding it.
By evening we were so exhausted we went to a nearby Italian - of which more later - for pizza.
The first meal in our new kitchen was the next day, and was dictated somewhat by the fact that the fridge/freezer had stopped working, so everything perishable that we had brought with us was warm/ defrosted.
Pasta with (once frozen) green beans, an already-started on jar of pesto and plenty of grated cheese was perhaps not a gourmet dish but was remarkably edible, at least if your appetite has been whetted by unpacking lots of boxes.

It is as simple as it sounds - boil the pasta, throw in lots of whole green beans (you might call them French beans), topped and tailed, a couple of minutes before the end of cooking time. I used frozen beans but if you have fresh, the texture will be better. Drain when ready and stir in pesto to taste. Serve with grated Parmesan, or mature cheddar will do if that happens to be what needs using.