Ok, so I'm a little emotional at the moment. To be expected I suppose. We are leaving the country after all.
But stuff is ending all around me. Finishing. Ceasing to be...
I had my last Burlesque class tonight with the divine Jeanie Whishes who is also "with child" and moving to Kent....it's my last Friday at work tomorrow as I finish end of May and that is next Thursday...It will be my last Sunday morning bacon butty with mates Shaz and Mark as we will be off moving house next Sunday and it's my last weekend to get some proper packing done. ( meh....that one I won't miss). Next Friday the 1st of June we have a leaving dinner with all our mates. And that's it...us gone...well to Hungerford anyway...2 weeks house sitting for our mates while they go on holiday.
I'm absolutely knackered at the moment...it's too hot for a big lass to be proper comfy doin much of anything let alone ironing three hours solid a day after cleaning a six bedroom, five bathroom, three story house...god I can't wait till next Friday....then comeing home to walk the boys and feed us all befor squeezing in a bit of sorting/packing. Sleeping (or not sleeping) on the floor is taking its tole too...but at least I don't have far to roll off the bed in the mornings...but all of this changes in a week...omg...a week...seven days...168 hours...(approximately) I'm not working it out in seconds, it's a lot...
ONE WEEK....
Ali
Right - now I has found you, and worked out how to follow this blog so I expect you to keep it up to date for my entertainment while I keep Salisbury crazy enough for the both of us!
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Nikki xxx
Finally got all your stuff put away in the attic. My knees are killing me now, as well as my back. When you want the stuff back Adam's in the loft:)
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