It really feels like we’re moving now. My shelves are now bereft of cassettes, compact discs and most of my books.
I have 17 boxes of books so far. I’m just glad we don’t live in the National Library of Scotland, otherwise I’d be up all night (at the very least) filling banana boxes.
All the tat has gone from my monitors. That’s right, I’m one of those people that covers his monitors with bits and pieces: an old Commodore 64 key, stamps, US coins from a visit, scraps of paper, a list of all my partitions, a Brian May guitar badge, etc. And my shelves are bare. I do hope this wasn’t the night that Old Mother Hubbard said that she’d pop round to borrow my copy of The Ceremonies of the Roman Rite Described.
I’ve run out of boxes now. Time for bed I think. There is much to be done in the morning before the Packers (not Green Bay) arrive back.