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Tuesday, 9 March 2021

Why do I never catch up on these things?

 So Monday I once again expected movers who never turned up.

That was a wasted afternoon, I could have gone to the Briscoes sale before it ended - who knows how long it will be until the next one.

Then in the evening, dinner and D&D at Carla and Ian's.

This morning I woke too early.  I have not managed a full night's sleep here yet (or at all, in weeks).  So I watched the Harry and Meghan interview, since it is all the news feed.  Then a bit more moving of stuff, which had everything except my old computer, two chairs and my dining table moved.

I had to go to town for my psychodynamic psychotherapy, which is still just gathering of background - today was listing my family and doing a vague overview of which aunt, uncles and cousins meant anything much to me.

Then I got home and the movers were double booked again so one mover by himself was having to do it all.  So I am moved.  My dining table's moving parts came apart in the move, but that is nothing major they just wiggle in and out and it is getting pretty loose fitting.  I just have to remember it is old and used and be gentle when folding it out.

But yes.  Moved.  Finally.

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