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Okay, so my room is packed (rather later than the rest of the house despite me staying up all night; my parents haven't stopped complaining since 6am about the amount of stuff I own). Everything that I couldn't fit in the boxes I had is crammed in the wardrobes (which are staying) to be picked up tomorrow morning. Casper is freaking out on the windowsill next to me. It's finally dawned on me around the irritation of having to pack all my stuff, that we're actually leaving. It's just down the road really but it's still a whole new village/town with new coffee shops and pubs and Chinese takeaways to investigate. I was all for it before but after having to dismantle my room after spending so long getting it right (I nest. Epically) ... I don't know.

But. The point of this is to say that we don't have internet for a week and I technically cannot afford to go to Starbucks to use the WiFi because of train fares and paying for coffee I cannot afford. Well, not more than once anyway. Maybe twice.

So I probably won't be around much for a week? Not that a week is actually noticable the way I post lately but in case anyone wants me for anything; I'll be back in about a week (hopefully. Maybe sooner!)

IN CONCLUSION: I hate moving house. Utterly. Grrr.