I mean, it really isn’t. In August I moved from a two bedroom maisonette, which I was starting to fill up quite successfully, to two rooms here. Now I have to move all my bedroom stuff and all my office stuff into one room which is quite significantly smaller than the sum of areas I currently occupy.
It really isn’t all going to fit.
It’s like a sort of anti-gestalt where the sum of the parts is so much greater than the hole it’s got to fit into.
I hate this stage of packing. All the easy stuff’s been done. We’ve run out of boxes. Although that might be lucky because we’ve also run out of space to put boxes. And I accidentally packed all my knickers and then had to go ferreting about to find some for tomorrow.
Worse than all that, I packed my bottle of JD.
Damn.
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