I’ve only just managed to load my car with a full, penultimate load of stuff (and a fucking busted tyre still in the back lol).

All the little jars of spices, the oils and vinegars, random pantry odds and ends, the unbelievable amount of stuff in the bathroom, other stray items like a random desk lamp and bits in various containers just dumped into a box… couch accoutrements…

Had a shower in the old place, thankfully had the foresight to leave a change of clothes out, finally eating my only real meal for the day. I’m going to go straight to the other place, slap a sheet on the mattress and call it a night.

Chuck a sickie tomorrow, start moving stuff up, get tyre organised, clean old place with friend…

I’m seriously laughing at how much I underestimated this. Next time I’ll start packing WAY earlier and take more time off!!