I'm living out a box, a cardboard box

Today has been jammed pack. So much so that I have not had a chance to take a nice blip. Even though I've been out in the sunshine all day dotting about the fine city of Edinburgh.

It started off by getting a van from our local van hiring man. Driving to our removal company's depot to collect a plethora of boxes in readyness for our move.
Signing my life away at the solicitors office to purchase our new fantastic house.

We then headed home in wait for the man from Steptoes - a local furniture dealer to come and remove some furniture we not longer required, but were not looking to make any cash from.

We also went home and did some removal work for my mother. Getting rid of a broken appliance and some furniture that was broken. But the worst part was the carpet she asked us to get rid of. It had the most rancid smell ever. It gave myself and S the boke all the way to the tip (sorry Recycling Centre).

My day dotting about in the van has been fun. A change from my normal pocket rocket.

However my life now for the next 2 weeks will be out of a cardboard box - which made me think of this which is quite appropriate to me.