For the sake of it.
We’re moving a week from tomorrow and I’m feeling a bit overwhelmed by it all. I have about a gillion change-of-address phone calls to make, a thousand boxes that need packing, and 48390257 boxes that are already packed and making life a little bit maze-like. Every time my phone rings I cringe, as estate agents are bringing floods of people to view this flat.
I have never been good with having too many things to do. I like my lists. TMD tells me there is a change-of-address list somewhere. Perhaps if I find it I’ll be inspired to make those phone calls.
This afternoon I go to the doctor to pick up some test results - proof for the baby making clinic that I’m a healthy chick-a-dee. Then off to the pub for an evening with a small group of friends from work. I am looking forward to going out, but at the same time am lazy enough to just want to stay at home. It feels like too much work to socialise sometimes. I know, I know, I’m old before my time.
I’m really only writing this because I wanted to write, but I had nothing to write about. Suggestions?
