Yesterday, we moved our mum into her new flat.
Her old one clearly had the same properties as the TARDIS, because I am unable to see how so much stuff fitted into it so neatly.
Where the feck was she hiding it all??! It's like her tea chests and packing boxes have been breeding rampantly over the past couple of days. Or something.
Anyway. All done and dusted.
Today, I have a fair bit to do. Deadlines, deadlines, deadlines.
First things first. I've just stubbed a toe rather painfully, and my mind is currently occupied with that issue over and above all others.
Her old one clearly had the same properties as the TARDIS, because I am unable to see how so much stuff fitted into it so neatly.
Where the feck was she hiding it all??! It's like her tea chests and packing boxes have been breeding rampantly over the past couple of days. Or something.
Anyway. All done and dusted.
Today, I have a fair bit to do. Deadlines, deadlines, deadlines.
First things first. I've just stubbed a toe rather painfully, and my mind is currently occupied with that issue over and above all others.
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That kind of shit is exactly why I've got a mad "man crush" on you, sir.
But totally in a non-prison love sort of way. Totally.