9:15: Going to be a busy day: packing to move to Geekhouse North on Saturday. Tea first.
9:20-9:50: Transfer files from desktop to Win2000 laptop so I'll have something to read after packing my books.*
10:00: I don't know where my crockery is. I know it's supposed to be in the house, but I don't know its precise geographical location. This is vexing.
10:15: Bouncing to Radio 2. Getting into packing and moving mood now.
11:00 I only have a shelf full of books? Where's the rest?
11:30: Packed my altar.
11:45: Where in the blazes is my monitor?
12:00: Done some dishes. Tea now.
12:20: Remind self I have not lost Fern. Fern is waiting for me in my room.
I needn't have worried all that much. I only brought over what could fit in the boot and half the backseat of a Rover75. Which isn't a lot. So not a lot of packing, just a lot of hunting around figuring out where things have migrated to over the past 14 months. It does mean my brain occasionally goes 'I'm sure we had more last time we packed...'.
12:25: Found my crockery. It was lurking in the conservatory.
14:00: My books only take up two boxes! This is unnatural.
14:35: Realise I'm moving into a house with a bacon-scented air freshener.
14:40: Informed HSBC of address change via phone. Go me.
14:50: Ordered nummies from the Pyramid Scheme of Nom
15:30: Time for tea.
15:40: I've tidied 'my' side of the desk.
16:00: Still haven't found my monitor. Getting tempted to nick this one.
16:10: Overwhelming urge to read one of my books. Which have all been packed. My brain is a cat. Or just an evil little fucker.**
16:25: Did rest of dishes.
16:30: I appear to have achieved 'teafee'. Not good.
17:00: Bop to Eurythmics after having achieved coffee.
17:05: Decide to pack room tomorrow.
17:10: Walk into door.
17:15: Realise I've not had a cigarette today.
17:20: Post this and go have a cigarette.*
Hmm? Yes, I do live in a house filled with books. Your point?**
Yes. I know. I live in a house filled with books. This does not seem to make any significant difference. They're not my
books, which apparently does make a difference. Don't ask me, I don't know either.
Oh. Before I forget:
1. Decide to make tea.
2. Get mug and add tea bag.
3. Turn on kettle.
4. Return to packing and tidying and general dancing around to music.
5. Return 15 minutes later, realise you want tea.
6. Add tea bag to already present mug.
7. Repeat once more.
8. Wander into kitchen and realise you want coffee.
9. Add instant to mug while kettle boils.
10. Add boiling water.
12. Go 'nyargh'.