Exactly two weeks to go now until my (currently missing) landlady turfs me out onto the (this time metaphorical) street. What remains of my (saleable) possessions are up on ebay, the remainder to be taken down the market next week. This all feels good. Everything feels good. The office feels good, the world feels good, people, um, feel good. Everything seems more manageable when it has a clear and immediate end date.
After a farewell party and a possible trip to Scumhampton I’ll get my mum down to give me a lift up to Worcester, picking up some other things from brokenjoystick on the way. Mum’s got a job in Harrow this month, so the Worcester house I spent my teenage years in is up for sale.
Everyone seems to be moving on.

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