An Exhausted Entry

Unff...

Great day. No words, just great day. Christ o'clock we woke up, Christ o'clockish, Sian arrived with the van. Had a McDonalds porridge breakfast that d got for us. Decided, after the events of Camden Town (pretty much the last time I spent the entire day with Sian), not to take my Xenical today.
d, on reflection, decided that after an hour and a half of van-packing, and emptying almost the entire bedroom of boxes, she'd stay home and pack more for tomorrow's trip, while Sian and I did the run to Merthyr and back.

Satnavs, let's agree, are fantastic bits of kit. They will do exactly what you tell them to do, and guide you where you need to go. The one we had this morning though had its own special ideas about how to get from London to Wales. No petty M25 shenanigans for it. It eschewed the straightforward, homely dignity of the M4. We ended up buggering about round Gloucestershire, flirting with Ross-on-Wye, skirting Bristol on the M5, and essentially taking a little more forever than we should have.

Got to the new flat at about 2PM. That's when the hard work really began. Getting everything into the van had largely been a matter of shifting things that were on the same level. Getting the full boxes up  to our new first floor flat was serious resistance work. Took us two hours, and by the end of it, we were pretty much dead. Several of our boxes had collapsed, spilling contents all over the balcony as we walked to the fla, just to add to the fun.

Ma had prepared chicken rolls for us, and as the sun plummeted, we tore into them, desperate to get the protein into our system after the hours of shifting. And then we trusted our lives to the satnav again. It took us through some of London's more...erm...populous areas on a Saturday night. We did quite a monopoly tour, from Pentonville Road to Angel Islington to Whitechapel and Bow Road and more...Sian, who ain't from round here, keeping up a monologue about how there was no reason to own a car in London under any circumstances. Not ever.

She dropped me off at home at gone ten tonight. She'll be back at about six tomorrow. Have to be honest with you, there was lots of funny stuff today, and a partial re-enactment of Camden Town (I killed our very first Merthyr toilet-brush, which is just frankly unfair under any circumstances!)...but tonight, I can barely focus, let alone be funny. Just take my word for it. Funny. Haha. Yay. Good feeling to get rid of boxes. Mumblemumblemumble, going to couchzzzzzzzzz.....