moving day

I moved out of the flat yesterday, 2 lovely men (kurdistani) worked very hard to move all my stuff (and what ever Steve had left behind). They were late arriving because there was a mix-up over the booking so it wasn't quite as smooth as it could have been, but do house moves ever go according to plan?
Anyway, my stuff was moved into the new house as quickly as we (and all the helpers) could manage but it wasn't fit to live in, so I went with Ben and Olly to stay the night at the Kardooshes.
Thank you to all my friends for their support over the last 18 month or so, and on my many house moves, you will be delighted to hear that I don't plan to move again for many years.
Today, I have to meet the estate agent to finalise the end of the tenancy, a bit of a mix up over the time of this meeting left me with an empty flat and about an hour kicking my heels. I took a few photos, as you do.

I'm going to put my shoes on now, and walk out of this episode of my life and straight into the next, wish me luck :)