In a world full of boxes, no one can hear you scream

[webcowgirl]

Wow. So many boxes. And not nearly enough.

I feel like packing some more right now.

Dreamed of moving disasters last night - someone came by and stole all of our clothes from our unemptied closets, something caught on fire. I also dreamed of a horse that could climb over giant cement walls and driving around and getting lost, and m_cobweb.

We have a list of things to pack every day, and we don't seem to be ever hitting the targets. The books are all now packed (finally), but the china cabinet isn't, and I don't think we got enough done on the kitchen to ... eh whatever. Tonight.

The current landlord called last night and she's mad about the cat. Oh well. I'm mad she hasn't fixed the floor. She also doesn't seem to want to replace the junky furniture (in the living room) that was here when I moved in, despite saying at the time I could bin it all. I think she's replacing the paper thin mattress for the full sized bed, which is good as I'd like to take that with me to the new place. Talking to her stressed me out. Which reminds me, I need to find some professional cleaners to do the joint today. The ones I called yesterday weren't available.

I woke up in the middle of the night and turned down the heat, which we'd taken off timer because doing that left the house at something like 50 when we wake up. I have three pairs of flannel pyjamas and one of polartec, and they've been getting good workouts this week. Warm is sexy. Cold is not sexy. I imagine I feel like a big cuddly stuffed toy, but I suppose, to J, I just really feel "warm," which is good enough.

Usually in the morning the cat and I fight over her desire to sit on my lap while I use the computer, but she's found a new, uncomfortable way to arrange herself, and I've decided the inconvenience is now worth having a warm lap. Even having the laptop sitting on my legs is nice.

It's early. I'm rambling. Time to find another version of "two layers of wool, knee socks, thick pants" and go to work.

Comments

[m-cobweb.livejournal.com]

Well, I suppose my presence might be expected in a dream where people are driving around lost. ;-)

[dimitra.livejournal.com]

... moving flats is not marked as one of the most stressful events in one's life for nothing i guess. you have my full sympathy here!

and... i don't want to be seen as jinxing things or anything like that, but i've only moved twice when no part of the deposit was witheld, so expect to hear all sorts of stupidities when inventory time strikes. also, the past 2 times i moved i actually got the movers to pack everything for me: like you, i have lots of stuff like books/cds/clothes/china etc but hardly any furniture and i only got to pay £100 or so which was WELL worth it! i just pointed at things and they did all the work, none of the drama and angst and tears i've had every previous time.

[webcowgirl.livejournal.com]

The landlord told us that the only time they took money off of the deposit was when the renters had not had the place cleaned properly, so I should be okay there.

I should really look into having people pack our place up for us next time, but in the states that would have been about $2000, and here I'm already sweating over the £500 for the movers we do have and wishing we'd just got our own truck, except I don't want to lug the sofa up and down the stairs.

[mabel-morgan.livejournal.com]

Why is she mad about the cat?

[webcowgirl.livejournal.com]

Because they're not allowed and she's allergic to them, not that she'll ever be in the flat again.