Packed and Ready to Go!

We are getting the keys to our new house tomorrow evening, and officially moving in on Thursday.  We are both very happy and excited about this.

The Doc has been packing for the past couple of days, been even more impressively somehow managed to get me to pack most of my belongings this evening.

I know for a fact my Mother probably needed to sit down for a moment when she read that.  She's had to move me more times then anyone else, and how she's remained sane is beyond me; I say that mainly because I am legendarily bad at being packed on time.  At the end of my first year of University Mum came to pick me up, only to find I'd left all of my posters and postcards up on the walls to show her because I was so proud of the artistic arrangement.  She was visibly dismayed by all of the work there was still left to do.

I don't know what's changed, maybe as I've grown older I've simply learnt that moving is less painful if you just get all the preparation done in a timely fashion; or possibly Doc C used some sort of Jedi Mind Trick on me.  He's always doing that.

Either way, I am ready for Thursday now and I am delighted at the prospect of getting out of here.