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23 June 2008 @ 11:49 am
and we’re off.  

Poor Ted didn’t get off to a great start this morning. I got a text at 6:40am saying, “Are you up yet?” I said, “I am now,” and the next one said, “Sorry. Funny thing happened. I just locked myself out of the house.”

So I got up and called him, obviously, not that I could do anything from a hundred and forty miles away. He eventually got a key from the estate agent and the movers came in and packed more or less everything into the van, and just called to say they’re on their way up here (the movers, not Ted. Ted, hopefully, will be here Wednesday evening.). No real ETA other than “this afternoon/evening”, so I guess I’m going to have some lunch and then spend a couple-three hours writing before going over there to vacuum up cruft before the movers arrive to track more cruft in. If I can just finish this chapter, that’ll be enough. *rubs face*

Arright. Once more: onward.

miles to Isengard: 31.3
music in my head: Bon Jovi, Novocaine

(x-posted from the essential kit)
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The Bellinghmanbellinghman on June 23rd, 2008 03:04 pm (UTC)
Oh dear, poor Ted. It's definitely not the right day to do that either - not that there is a right day, but today is less right than usual.

I do hope it wasn't raining. (I'll assume that snow is out of the question in Cobh/Cork in June.)
S. L. Grayshadowhwk on June 23rd, 2008 03:44 pm (UTC)
Hrm. Somehow I missed the fact that you were moving.

Good luck!
sammywolsammywol on June 23rd, 2008 07:04 pm (UTC)
Glad Ted got back into the house - although we would be up at that stage - ouch! - it wouldn't be much help to the movers (although there could have been toast :) )

Good luck with the arriving piles of stuff!