Why am I moving? Why am I moving – AGAIN?
[Well no, I know why Im moving again, because weve found an incredibly gorgeous house in a much nicer position for not-ridiculous amount of rent, but apart from that, WHY?]
My hair is full of dust, my house is full of crap, and I realise more and more with each passing moment that my collected life so far amounts to little more than a bunch of boxes of mismatched knickknacks.
Everything is in disarray but because were both working all week, it has to be that way, if were going to be all well and good to move in eight days.
Seriously, Im not even thirty, where have I got all this detritus from?