packing and cracking up part 2

backblip.

I realised at about 11pm on Tuesday that my parents are arriving tomorrow to move all my stuff and I'd packed nuttin. This is my mum scared some of it is going to fall out.

I get up at 5am and blitz it. I restrain the impulse to chuck it all out the window and rue the day (all those days) I spent my money on all this pointless crap.

We have a flat (HURRA!). My sister and her girlfriend appear to have found a marvellous place for us to live that is just perfect (and slightly cookie - more later). Problem is without seeing it I have no idea what to bring or not to bring.

I've dumped and sold a great deal (salvation army loyalty card me) but there remains a landfill's worth of pointless crap that I must have accumulated in a capitalist dream state. Fortunately the antidote for such excess is having to pack it and carry it. Never again.

Several mates turn up to help load it all up, but one at a time so at any given point Simon, Steve and Murdo are loading boxes mostly alone. As I am still packing they are doing it without me, but it saves my Dad doing it all. Which would have been too much. It's all too much. I am still very much in my parents and friend's debts.

Finally we load two people carriers. Mum and Dad drive up so packed to the gunnels that even the passenger seats were full. I'm left to camp out and clean up. Itself another endurance race.