Sunday was more moving stuff. So much stuff. I have too much stuff. I should have burned down my old building with the stuff still in it. Until back spasms forced me to sit back and relax for a bit. I did Delivereasy both lunch and dinner which was very financially irresponsible. I must start being carefully before I bankrupt myself.
In the evening the guy I had one awkward accidental date with in September, the day I was sunburnt, had invited himself around to see my new flat. So I took the flattery of him acting like maybe he was still interested/interested again as a boost my ego needed. And because I was moving like an injured old person he even gave me a back massage. Maybe he thought it was going somewhere, but mostly the conversation reminded me why I had made little effort to stay in touch. Different world-views and different opinions of how flexible one should be with the truth - something that Shitlord has left very sensitive to.
Then Monday. More moving. I have most of the smaller stuff moved myself, doing much the the work for the movers because they have been too understaffed and overbooked to get things done.
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