I call this piece "Teabag Minus 9"

I like tea, but I have to admit that 9 is not one of my favourite numbers.

Looks like I am actually 9 days away from moving into my perfectly preserved 1960's house.

I can't tell how bored I am of it all now.

The anticipation excitement has turned into a n impatient wait.

I don't mind admitting that I am wishing my days away right now.

I peaked and was too organised too early and now I am bored with no last panic to look forward too.