Today was a very long day.
I’m not moving to Brighton until next Sunday. However, the flat’s available for me to place my stuff in there right now.
Which, er, is lucky: because my stuff’s in there right now. Woohoo!
I figured it’d be easier doing it this weekend as, well, next weekend I’ll largely be hung over and even if I will be just about legal to drive, I’ll not be in any fit state to be lugging heavy boxes and furniture.
So, this morning I was finishing packing at 8, in a van by 9:30, and packing with James and Rob by 10:30.
Two hours of lugging, sweating, swearing, tea drinking (obviously) and 3D jigsaw puzzle completing, we had a fan full of my stuff (a.k.a. “Pat’s Shit” if you’re Jimbo).
And so we pelted down to Brighton (well, in as much as one can “pelt” in a heavily loaded Transit LWB van down 92 miles of road) and performed the whole thing in reverse.
After that we had a bit of a chin wag and returned back to Essex, dropping the guys and the van off and heading home. Via a cheeky evening McDonald’s, of course. Well, we were in a van at the time.
Total Duration: 8am – 10pm.
So the current status is:
- My stuff is in Brighton – amazingly without any incident!
- I’m about 1 stone lighter through sweat loss
- Jimbo’s back’s screwed – sorry dude, must’ve been the (10th) box of pr0n mags…
- I’m sleeping on the floor in Chelmsford this week – and I don’t actually care :-)
I believe the common phrase is “a mixed bag”. It’ll be “a goody bag” once Jimbo’s back gets sorted.
Ooh, that reminds me: I missed some key Business Speak the other day – but hopefully I’ll be able to synergistically leverage it into this blog post.
Nah, ran out of time. Damn.
Pat