DON'T STOP MOVIN'

I hate moving house with a passion matched only by watching an episode of Totally Calum Best. Seriously, I really can't stand it. With 9 days to go until our house move, life at Monkey Heights falls into two distinct modes: packed or chaotic. If something is packed, it sits neatly in a box waiting for M Day. Occasionally we discover that a Packed item shouldn't yet be in its hibernative state and have to disturb it and the community it has formed in boxworld. Then it's brought back out into Chaosville. This term covers everything that is not packed. If you're living in Chaosville you have 2 designations. The first, blissful state, is 'awaiting packing' which means soon you will reach Nirvana and be wrapped in bubbles before resting in a cool dark place. If you're not awaiting packing, sadly it's a different fate for you. Perhaps you will join the ever growing pile of items marked 'Boot Sale' (yeah, right), or maybe you go straight into a plastic bag. Red means recycle, shine your halo. Black means straight to hell. Time, as ever, marches forward and nothing can stop the impending Move Day. Ready or not, here they come. I just hope the removal men have a sense of humour (and nice pecs would be good too).