... a continuation of the lastminute.com theme, since it is after all an on going issue in the Heathfield house.
At 11 o'clock last night a remembered that I was supposed to be moving house today, tricky! After a mad scramble of crazyness, involving me actually getting out of bed during the morning part of the day, (nearly) all of my possessions have been shoved, in no paticular order, into various boxes, the lids of which have no hope of closing, even if one person sits on top whilst another covers them in duct tape.
The feat however can be considered a success, despite the bomb site appearence of my heathfield Rd room. Afterall one car load of clutter is now in the new house, another in my parents Garage, and I didn't have to call in sick. You could almost call it a miracle!
The highlight of the morning came at midday (about the time I had to leave for work) when I recieved a call of distress from a Chinese friend of mine. Disaster had struck, she had called her husband, he however could not make it back from London. So Dad and I went to the rescue. We shoved some tissue paper into the hole that the spider had run into, assured her that it would not kill her, and zoomed me off to work.
The adventures never end, however my time in the Heathfield house nearly has. But what a joy it has been!
Vix
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