Today I have been:
Supervising two Welshmen and one Bristolian who were a little too gung-ho with our possessions for my liking.
Pleading with them to wrap the 845 fragile items in yet another layer of bubble wrap.
Trying not to micro-manage.
Deciding which clothes I won't get sick of in the next three months. And trying to squeeze them into far too small a suitcase.
Getting embarrassed when the boys packed my underwear drawer.
Making endless cups of tea.
Having a nervous breakdown.
Fare thee well beloved possessions. I hope to see you in 8-12 weeks. Hopefully all in one piece...
(Photo credit: Ikea)