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desperanceA nice person from the moving firm is coming to conduct a survey on Friday morning: viz she will say "What are we moving for you?" and I will indicate the neat cube of boxes and say "That" and she will say "Ah, fine. How many are there?"
At which point, I really ought to be able to tell her.
Which means that between now and then, I really should have finished packing.
Um.
I've been through most of the books...
*whimpers*
I hate this, and I just want to write my novel, please. I've only got about 12K to go; I could do that this week, if I didn't have to, y'know. Pack a house.
Also I have just run out of olive oil. And the running-away bit of me thinks "must buy more olive oil! now!" and the extravagant bit of me thinks "hardly going to notice the cost of it, against everything else that we're spending" and the disconsolate bit of me thinks "I like to go shopping, it makes me feel better" and ranged against all of these is the frugal bit of me with gritted teeth, going "I'm only here a fortnight and I've got bottles and bottles of other oils, I can get by two weeks without olive, and I wouldn't have the time to go through half of it, and I have work to do instead of shopping, and the time would be far better spent putting things in boxes, and and and..."
Frugal me is winning, but only just. I'm not quite sure what I shall dunk my bread in, when I open a bottle of wine in thirty minutes: walnut oil, perhaps...?
At which point, I really ought to be able to tell her.
Which means that between now and then, I really should have finished packing.
Um.
I've been through most of the books...
*whimpers*
I hate this, and I just want to write my novel, please. I've only got about 12K to go; I could do that this week, if I didn't have to, y'know. Pack a house.
Also I have just run out of olive oil. And the running-away bit of me thinks "must buy more olive oil! now!" and the extravagant bit of me thinks "hardly going to notice the cost of it, against everything else that we're spending" and the disconsolate bit of me thinks "I like to go shopping, it makes me feel better" and ranged against all of these is the frugal bit of me with gritted teeth, going "I'm only here a fortnight and I've got bottles and bottles of other oils, I can get by two weeks without olive, and I wouldn't have the time to go through half of it, and I have work to do instead of shopping, and the time would be far better spent putting things in boxes, and and and..."
Frugal me is winning, but only just. I'm not quite sure what I shall dunk my bread in, when I open a bottle of wine in thirty minutes: walnut oil, perhaps...?