Taking my stuff over

I'm about halfway through my house move -- even though I'd planned to do it all in one evening -- and I'm starting to think that maybe I underestimated the scale of the task. Still, just another couple of runs tonight and I should have it all shifted.

Squonky's move seems to be going annoyingly well.

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I bought Shameful's car -- hereafter called the Slimobile -- yesterday and last night was my first experience of driving it.

This then was another factor I hadn't anticipated. I'm getting used to it, but I've had a helluva job remembering where everything is. I know he told me all this a couple of nights ago, but I'm damned if I can remember any of it. I've flashed so many people when I meant to dip (and sprayed passers-by when I meant to turn my wipers on) so many times that I'm rapidly becoming the most hated person on the roundabouts of Swin.

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Saw a fox last night. I was parked in the underground garage (having stalled the Slimobile the first time I put it into first gear) when, brazen as you like, the ginger vermin sauntered in through the front door. Didn't seem to notice me at all -- even though I had the headlights on -- right up until the point where I tooted the horn. Can't be having them tearing my bin bags apart.

Later . . .