getting places in the beamer with jamie and simon was my favourite part of saturday. come on, be truthful, who really likes moving, let alone helping someone else (who's not you) move? you say you do, but nope, i've caught you out. bring in the removalists i say. big burly guys who wear singlets and stubbies and steel capped boots. and all you have to do is make sure everything is packed, unplugged and you're out of the way. but the saturday move is over, and all i have to show for it is a whole lot of bruises and thanks from ilona and ed. ilona's new home is lovely and i'm looking forward to going back for a summer bbq where i can lie on the lawn and not have to move a piano. ;)
i somehow managed to drag myself to a movie saturday night. just needed to go for a walk after all the lifting and nova is just around the corner. dinner was a choctop.
sunday was a pretence in writing. bah! and then to avoid thinking about anything i walked into surrogates. it was crap. i expected that, but you know, there is always that little glimmer of hope. oh well, it was thankfully free.
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