moving

Ok, installed in new flat, surrounded by a million cardboard boxes. A pile of stuff still at the old flat, which ended up left in an incredible mess which I'll have to wade through, sort and tidy up before I leave.

No solution to the parking problem yet. People keep coming with Street-Car clubs, the 'get a bicycle, you'll be healthier' (I won't; never been on a bike, would be dead in minutes and in any case it is not practical in my particular circumstance). Someone said 'get a motorbike, then'. Err..

If you didn't see me at any of the clubs in the last couple of days, it's because I wasn't there. I was completely knackered after all that box shifting, drinking hectolitres of fruit juice and having long hot baths. Clearly, exercise is bad for you:P

I have to say tenkewtenkewtenkew to redd_foxx, atr0pine, ninja_badger and bellajonez (well, some of these are not using their journals so might not read this, but nonetheless), as well as Ozzy of the Slimelight for amazing help.

Flat is lovely, apart from the parking nightmare, and I like it.

Happy Birthday, suicideally!!

... have a lovely day!