Packing Nightmare

I've found something else to stress about. Moving house. Argh!

Not only do I seem to permenantly be at the solicitor reading over something I completely don't understand, but the whole packing business is not fun. Got to my flat last night and it was such a mess. So instead of organising my stuff and starting to pack I've been cleaning. Not impressed. As I have to go see the solicitors who are in my home town tomorrow morning I have about 4 hours of actual packing left. So basically I'm going to get bugger all done today. So unimpressed. What impressed me least was the huge overflowing smelly bag of rotting rubbish. Ew ew ew ew ew ew.

Technically I can't blame this on anyone and I'm pretty sure a good 1/3 of this mess is mine as much as anyone else's but why oh why can't I have a little house elf!?

On a lighter yet scarier note I went to see a play last night. It was called Haunted and it was in a really little theatre. Overall it was good, albeit a little hard to follow at times, but that could be because I was very tired. The actress who played Kat Slater in Eastenders was in it, and she was really good. She played a mother of two children in a haunted flat who was having some friends over for dinner. The story was complicated by the fact she had a nervous breakdown and kept complaining of voices she could hear. It led to a big discussion with my flatmate afterwards as to whether she was mentally ill or the place was haunted. Noone was quite sure when it ended so noone clapped for ages which was fairly amusing. The seats at the theatre were really squeaky and uncomfortable, which was irritating as everyone was wriggling to get comfy and just making loads of noise. Irritating wriggly people!

Anyway I really should be packing right about now, as blogging is not going to help me get all my belongings into bags and boxes. I'm not sure how I've managed to accumulate so much junk.

Lily xXx