All the best for 2008, may all your wishes be fulfilled.
How was your New Year's?
A friend from uni in Houston stayed with us, yes, between all the boxes and packing, but he was like a pause of sanity in the middle of all the stress.
I've only just gotten over the fluey thing I had since Christmas Eve. Last week I coughed so much, my rib hurts whenever I do it again which is not much as it's effectively gone. *whew* Almost suspect I had bronchitis.
This weekend was most stressful. Thursday night an old friend came round to dismantle some furniture and store it in his garage to sell.
Friday morning the moving men came and moved us...
Saturday and Sunday are a blur, just lots of black rubbish bags in the flat, clearing out, trudging to the rubbish skip and the charity shop, mopping, wiping, cleaning.
Not done yet, Monday morning the estate agent did an inventory and we handed over the keys but as they haven't found a tenant yet we still have to pay rent, etc. Then I got to work and flopped at my desk.
Needless to say, even on Tuesday night I am still tired. I had a waking dream at my desk today. The last time that happened was last winter at the other finance job I had, and I had bad afternoon slumps because I was going in early. Now I have flexi hours and am much more alert all day, apart from this tiredness.
However, now we are out of that flat and out of Harrow we feel much more free.
My loft room is adorable, but I will only take pictures when every box is gone and my TV is up, but there is no antenna connection yet. That might happen next weekend.
We must be merciless in getting rid of all sentimental objects that reflect 30 years' worth of family life and 4 bedroom houses. It would be great to be able to live out of 3 suitcases, but it's just not possible. The only things I am keeping are the sturdy stool with the woven grass seat that my Dad made at school, and the delicate cosmetics shelf he put together for me to use at the university residence hall 8 years ago.