Tuesday, 10 August 2010

So I'm moving!

Things to do in the next ten days:

  • Confirm leaving with Mother.
  • Go through my things, sort them into 3 lots: Take with me, Store, Give away.
  • Take unwanted things to the charity shop.
  • Buy some more smart shirts for interviews and such.
  • Pack things I'll need into as little space as I can.
  • Box up all of my crap and put it neatly, labelled in the basement.
  • Try and find someone willing to drive up and pick me and my crap up and drive me back down again.
  • If that last one fails buy a train ticket and curse the amount of stuff I need to take with me. Struggle on the trains all day cursing a lack of chivalry in modern men.
  • Cry from happiness when I finally arrive at my destination, no doubt tired, dirty and hating everyone and everything.


  1. Ahhhhh you decided to move back! Congratulations!

    Where are you going to be staying?

  2. My loverly friend Yummy Mummy has offered me her sofa until I get on my feet as she is an angel.

  3. When talking about this the other day, I remember I wrote:

    "Obviously it sounds much easier to say it than it is to actually do it lol."

    Well you totally proved that it isn't!!! LOL

  4. Lol! I don't have a job yet! So... Debt, no job, moving regardless... I think I may be being a bit reckless!!! OMG! How unlike me...

  5. If it all goes tits up, you could always leave the country, then climb underneath a lorry at one of the ports and head back to England and claim asylum and then you'll get a free house, car and job.

  6. Oh I could! That does sound like a plan...