Cameron's Pensieve

Moving flat
Boxes surround me
Hope help comes

Cleaning is torture
Plagues charity and warmth
Humility

Phone disconnected
The Internet is no more
All is peace

Muscles stiff
Back to work Monday
Joy in rest

I decided to be rather retro this Christmas with regard to packaging, by wrapping everything thing in brown paper and tying them up with string. Rather a lot of fun... I part-way recalled a similar episode of Bruce Forsyth's Generation Game where the contestants wrapped loose tea leaves in brown paper, the way it was done before modern packaging. The paper was properly seamed, although I forgot precisely how to do the ends, so I ended up improvising a little, as well as using a little paste to hold things together while I extrapolated out how to tie them closed properly.

After accumulating junk in one flat for four years, its time to move on. I'll be leaving the steep inclines of Heriot Row for the remote reaches of Lees St, which is close by the Oval. Considering Andrew and Reuben will be out of town when we move, I'll be very busy packing all the gear that's going and disposing of the detritis. Maria will be coming to our flat also, which is great because she's such a wonderful person to have around.