Happy easter weekend everyone... *sulks*
So. I clearly suck at moving house. Even though this will be the fifth time I've done it. The main problem now is that unlike people who do normal jobs, I have to take a lifesize mannequin and six boxes of fabric and two different sewing machines and a fuck-off roll of paper and patterns and research books everywhere I go. Plus I have too many shoes and handbags for my own good. And just... stuff. Where did it all come from?
Also, I have managed to waste most of the weekend doing I know not what. I was meant to start packing on Friday, but I ended up going on a seven mile walk with my parents (I only went because they promised me a pub lunch!), and on Saturday the newspaper came, then I drove over to brighton to buy laundry bags which ended up taking four hours because I bumped into an old friend and she invited me to her house for tea and cake. Then my friend from down the road turned up at my house in the evening with a bottle of wine and a packet of jam tarts and made me watch DVDs until about one in the morning. So the packing only really began on Sunday, then I got phonecalls from people I haven't seen in about a year saying they were back for Easter and would I like to go to the pub, so I went to the pub, and then ended up going back home via the scenic route because my friend wanted to show her boyfriend the village where she grew up even though it was really dark, so that took about two hours, and once again I slept in because I'd gone to bed late. Which pretty much left me trying to sort out everything today. Eep!
I'm so tired (and it's mainly my own fault for staying up late on the internets when I should have gone to bed!) I keep feeling like I want to cry, even though I don't because I'm quite happy that I'm moving and anyway I've already left home once so it's not even like it's a big deal. The pile of stuff in our lounge is also depressing me, partly because it's quite big and does one person really need that much stuff and OMG what if the house has shrunk since we last looked at it and none of the stuff fits in there? and partly because that's everything I own sitting there in a little pile and once I've got it in the van it won't look like much. And also, AAARRRRGGGGGHHHH! Don't even talk to me about trying to get contents insurance. *headwall* Why make me fill out seven pages of crap and then tell me I need to call your helpline for more information when it's not even availiable on a bank holiday? *headwall**headwall*
So after all my trauma I was quite glad I hadn't been on the internet all day because what had happened since I went to bed made me laugh so much and renewed my faith in humanity in a very wrong and twisted way. poppycocteau and lee_o , you guys rock! As always. And whoever owns the scary brain that invented Liam...*worships* Part of me wishes I hadn't gone to bed at all because that was just priceless.