Busy busy, packing and more. Reflecting on what a lots of stuff we have, and how nice it will be when we’ve moved it all a mile and half down the road, and unpacked it all again. There has to be an easier way of moving. Why hasn’t anyone made teleportation a reality yet?

We knuckled down this weekend in earnest, determined to get the bulk of the packing out of the way.

We’ve surpassed ourselves: now, there are a couple of days until the move and practically nothing left to do. Except wait.

No such thing as restraint, when you’re eager to make a move, is there?

Here’s a hypothetical situation. If you were the owner of a property, and the current tennants of said property were moving out in two and a half days time and had made it crystal clear that the house was full of boxes and thus not looking its tip-top best, would you invite an estate agent’s photographer over to take pictures on Moving Day -2, especially when the stated aim of said photographer is to capture the flat at its best advantage in order to entice future residents?

No, me neither. I just thought I’d check.

[”Move in here: boxes not included, and it’s really quite nice, even though you can’t actually see any of it because the boxes are stacked above head height”]