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Up before the rest of the house, so I'm hanging about for a bit rather than wake them. Today is moving day, and although I have plenty to to, I do have plenty of time to do it in yet. Dad's not leaving Aylesbury til at least 09.30 and he has to get here through Saturday traffic.
I'm mostly packed anyway.
Rather than enjoying a lie-in with me, Diz is scrambling round everything like he did last night. He thinks it's a new assault course made specially for him. No, actually he's disturbed by the packing, unsettled abotu what it means. He's making his special creakky noise which would be the human equivalent of a kid whining, "Mum! I don't like it!" when faced with something new.
Still, in 12 hours time (and probably more like 6) we'll be in our new home. Ever wish you could fast forward time?
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