Today Doc C booked us a moving van and started to round up some willing student manual labour via Facebook. We are officially moving on Friday the 13th. Good thing we're not superstitious, huh?
In the mean time we need to pack, obviously, and so today we went to get some boxes. The Doc had been looking at storage units (we've decided that $55 a month is an acceptable cost for retaining a few things that we won't need day-to-day, but don't want to get rid of quite yet, like the grill and 2/3 of my books), and found that they had cardboard boxes for sale for $1.25. I didn't understand why we needed brand new boxes, so instead I suggested a trip into town so that we could ask for boxes from some of the local shops.
We wanted small boxes, because we'll be mostly packing books and it's so tempting to over-pack larger boxes, so my first suggestion was the local ABC (British translation: Off-Licence) and we got such a great haul there we didn't need to go anywhere else. We probably got a dozen or so, which means we saved about $15. Not a huge amount of money certainly, but still worth it.
So, when we move house next week, the new neighbours are going to see box after box being carried into the house, most of them labelled "vodka". Yep, the heavily pregnant lady and her husband are going to make quite the first impression as chronic lushes.
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