I’ve had a busy couple of weeks. I moved house the weekend before last. It took me three quarters of an hour to move everything, but I still haven’t sorted everything out. The bedroom, kitchen, and bathroom are all right, though, so it’s habitable; the living room awaits the purchase of a tall bookcase to put all the books currently covering the floor.
It seemed like a good idea at the time. Catch the Eurostar to Brussels on Friday evening from Waterloo (an easy ten-minute walk from my office), eat dinner on the way, and arrive in time for a few drinks. On the way back, I’d catch the train at seven on Monday morning, and get into Waterloo by half past eight, in plenty of time to start work.