Last weekend we were packing. Packing. Packing.
This weekend we were moving. Moving. Moving.
The unfortunate thing is, though, the house we were going to move into fell through a World War 2 bunker, which lay hidden from the ground survey the builders didn’t do properly.
So we’re homeless!
Woop fucking woop!
But the silver lining is that we’ve found another place — fingers crossed, two weeks time, we’ll have some place to live.
I’m very fortunate to have people around me who are able to put me up.
It’s odd, though, not seeing Shaun and Myles on the regular.
But amongst the stress, at least I have a nice vertigo migraine to pep me up (not).