So today I started to help Sarah move out, it was not so long ago we were painting her old place and getting things sorted for the new one. We met at her new place and caught a bus further into Hove.
She remembered her keys this time! :P It was quickly realised that there was alot more to shift than we had remembered and we had a big job on our hands. I spent a fair amount of time just sitting on the floor and talking because only Sarah knew what she wanted to take, store and throw out. We ended up discussing the same topics as always; friends, guys, shows, work, family, moving and everything under the sun. We packed boxes and boxes of material for storage and Sarah shoved clothes into a few bags.
After several hours we headed to the bus stop laden down with biiiiig bags. Not fun in the freezing cold. We made it back to the flat and our hands had not fallen off. Always good.
I got home around 11 and still feel so out of it. What do I learn from this? Helping your friend move stuff is nice and helpful and I don't mind it at all. Doing it when you're tired and really ill means you will be like a zombie afterwards.
There's still more stuff to pack and move as well! Gosh.
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