Okay, so I've been a crap blogger.
It's been nearly three weeks since my last post. But hey, give me a break, we moved! Finally.
Possibly the worst moving experience of my life, mainly to the distance, the combined amount of stuff me and other half now have, and the severe lack of energy caused by getting old.
The moving day was, shall we say, tense. Just glad my father was there to stave off a complete melt down of mine and other half's relationship. So 3 hours later than planned we packed up the luton van, which was full to the gills, and proceeded to hack it from South East London to Thanet at 50mph (that is all the van would do, and then it was moving from side to side rather precariously). Journey was spent in silence until we were in view of Broadstairs, with 20 mins to spare before the letting agent closed and we would have been left to sleep in the van for the night.
Then 3 hours of unloading the van ensued. We'd already binned off the idea of travelling back to London that night, so was really hoping for a drink to accompany my curry (at the only restaurant open later than 10pm on a Monday night.) Turned out to be BYO.
In the end a good thing as 5.30am start to get the van back to Forest Hill, and then a few hours of cleaning up, landlord being predictably late to handover keys, and then lugging way too much stuff back on the train to Broadstairs, rather sapped one's energy.
Worth it? Oh yes, but next time we hiring professionals. I never want to lift another box ever again.
