This suitcase is far better traveled than I. The story can be read here.
After many months of being put off, the flatmate (Max) and I are moving to a new little house, pretty much around the corner from where we are now. Yay!
Just in time really, as we have been without electric lights on the first floor (main room and bathroom) for about two weeks now. Whilst the novelty of doing things by candlelight was fun, after a few days it just got boring. Bathing by candlelight can be romantic. Showering by candlelight at half 6 in the morning is not. (Have since resorted to a camping stove light, much brighter, but not bright enough!)
As people may remember from last time I moved (was it really last May?!) I am the queen of packing procrastination, however I seem to have excelled myself this time by going to London and Bath over four days. Really? Was that such a good idea? (The sensible answer is no, the happy girl answer is oh hells yeah)
Max has been amazing, and has done most of the packing, taking time off work to move shiz, etc. Honestly don’t know what I would have done without him organising stuff!
I have so much to blog about, not forgetting of course the epic trip to London last week with Zoe. She’s blogged about our trip here, so go read that until I find five minutes to scribble something down!
Finally. Some people say I have too many shoes
Considering I found a pair of shoes (and the matching bag!) in this pile that I wore once in 2006, I’m starting to think they are right.