Last night I dreamt I was made homeless.
Apparently I had been living in a shed by the side of a lane and when I got dropped off by a work colleague and they asked where I lived I found two old men picking over the planks of my dismantled home. Quite disturbing.
I also dreamt that I was sleeping at my parents' house in my old room and that I had run up a huge electricity bill when I found a hair dryer had been switched on all night under my bed. Very peculiar.
I assume that some parts of me are coping better with the changes than others.
Today Chris' girlfriend finally goes back to Spain. I may even have time to visit the house this week, before moving my things back on Thursday. There is still some sorting to do and a few storage boxes to fill and label.
Right now I need tea and porridge So I'm off to enjoy my last Saturday here with no landlady and no fellow lodgers. :) As long as the gas doesn't run out again I will be fine.
Now where has that hair dye box gone?
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