Wherever I lay my hat

I don’t think I ever felt “excited”. “Relieved”, “happy” and “knackered”, maybe, but never actually “excited” about how I’ve just moved house. It’s been dragging on for what seems like forever and at the end of the day I was just happy to get the keys before Duke Nukem Forever went gold.

Since everything has gone pear shaped on more than one occasion I’ve kept things quite but finally after 51 weeks ago, four potential buyers, the credit crunch and a self-employed Zimbabwean couple we struck lucky.

It is a relief now it’s all gone through, though; Ali’s commute is now dramatically sliced and whilst my trip to Rare is also shorter the real bonus is that we are now walking distance of a town centre, including a Gamestation.

I now sit contently in our new home surrounded by cardboard boxes of varying size wondering exactly which one contains my router. The joys of unpacking now await me but I can at least do the at my own pace. Another 51 weeks, maybe.

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