- 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.
Tuesday, 10 August 2010
So I'm moving!
Things to do in the next ten days:
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Ahhhhh you decided to move back! Congratulations!
ReplyDeleteWhere are you going to be staying?
My loverly friend Yummy Mummy has offered me her sofa until I get on my feet as she is an angel.
ReplyDeleteWhen talking about this the other day, I remember I wrote:
ReplyDelete"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
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...
ReplyDeleteIf 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.
ReplyDeleteOh I could! That does sound like a plan...
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