With work over, the manual labour begins

I finally finished work on Thursday and went out for drinks with most of the department plus some people I used to work with. I hope all those of you that came enjoyed it as much as I did and had hangovers that were just as impressive as mine!

On Friday, I had to pack up our flat, as we're letting it go whilst we go travelling. It didn't look like we had a lot of stuff at first, but I was still far from done when Siobhán came home from work at 19:00 that evening meaning we still had plenty to do on Saturday morning :(

On Saturday whilst Siobhán carried on with the packing, I went on our many errands with Dad eventually turning up with a Transit van just after 12:00. Not feeling he had earned a rest following the three hour drive from Telford, I quickly drafted him into action to take the very heavy sofa bed that a woman called Morag had failed to come and fetch the day before down to the reusable furniture depot at the local tip.
Now this could have been extremely painful, but father, being far brighter than his son, had brought some moving trolleys, so a very short time later we already had the sofa in the van and off we went to the tip, where we were swiftly informed we would not be allowed in with a van, even though they would more than happily take the sofa if it were in a car. Following a short discussion on the relative merits of putting a three seater sofa in an Audi TT, the man at the tip agreed we could carry the sofa in.
Unfortunately we had not been smart enough to bring the moving trolley with us and so ended up attempting to carry/drag the sofa 200m to the furniture depot and suitably destroying us for the rest of the day.

Never mind, I'll cut the story short as there is only so much enjoyment to be gleaned from reading about someone moving house, but eventually we arrived back in Telford at 20:00 Saturday evening, leading me to where I am now on Sunday morning, drinking a cup of tea and dreading now having to unload the van. On the bright side, once it's over we're pretty much ready for the off which will make it all worth while.

Anyway, I'll be off now to go and worry about how little you genuinely can fit in a rucksack . . .