I type this from the official last night in the old flat.
I love this thing where I am open to unplanned things. It doesn’t really mean I do whatever appears, but it does mean I don’t always know what to expect. Half an hour ago I was like, “hmmmm, I should go to the flat and do cleaning tonight while I have the energy, since the keys are due back on Friday. Also Virgin Media are taking away the tech sometime after 8am. Interesting, I appear to be packing my sleeping bag. Now that I think about it, that sort of makes sense.”
I wonder if my internet will disappear at midnight?
Since I moved out and closed all the windows etc, a slug has made the most ridiculous trail across the living room floor. Whut.