this moving milarkey isnt all its cracked up to be, i'm moving into a house with 4 storeys, everytime i take a step now my legs want to buckle beneath me ive gone up and down them so many times, i have new muscles in my arms and im physically and mentally shattered. the entire of the bottom floor has been taken over by white goods and glyns books, the rest of the house has been infiltrated by a small percentage of my stuff. and boy to i have alot of stuff, my dads got a massive car, and mines pretty roomey if you stack stuff right and all in all we've done at least 10 car journeys. and i STILL have alot of stuff @netherfield. *sigh* and mums moving everything she can. she was noseying around my room when i was at work the other day to see whatelse she could move. its getting beyond a joke, i want to move but id be happier to be moving at my own pace, not, as per usual, hers. ugh.
finally tho its starting to feel a bit more like ours (for the past week and a bit its felt more like a holiday house), we have a bed, a 2 seater sofa and a giant poof, all the kitchen stuff and my crap littered about, and ive put all my halloween decor up around fireplace in the room we spend most of our time in, the diner-kitchen.
franny came over the other night and i made new potato chips and pizzas and we set up all my sylvanian families stuff in the attic (right in the middle of the floor so nothing else can now go up there without fear of standing on a woodland creature :D )
speaking of woodland creatures. we have a squirrel, quite a devious litte bitch it is too. we can put out an entire case of nuts and there'd be none left in an hour. the garden is overflowing and mum has said shes coming to hack it all to death. i have no choice in this. the underfloor heating wont work in the kitchen, nor will the shower in the attic bathroom, and the previous owners still have a set of keys. bastards.
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