Early Bird

Good God, what evil bastard invented 5 am in the morning. It's just not right getting up at this time in the morning, having little time to even consider getting everything working before you head off down the motorway for a 4 hour drive just so you can slog your guts out for the rest of the day.

Luckily for me however, the drive to Wales was ok and the traffic kind and I make it to Wales in just enough time that I don't have to utilise the verge as a portaloo.

I meet my sister at her house and shortly after we head down to Mum's and start with the packing. And let me tell you, my sister wasn't joking when she said my parent's hadn't done much towards extracting themselves from their current pit of hoarding.

So, we start at the top of the house and work our way down and as we do so we clean each room. I swear however my parents house is like the Tardis, I mean a built in wardrobe looks nondescript from the outside, but once you open the door it's a whole new world of crap that needs either throwing out or packing, or just shouldn't exist on this plain of humanity or need.

I mean we do our best, but after an hour of packing stuff we know my Mum hasn't used in the past 8 years we just get brutal and start to burn it - I mean, who the hell needs half a dozen single duvets?! She's only got 3 beds, all of which are king size! Anyway we came, we burnt and we conquered!

Needless to say then the rest of the day was spent packing stuff up and we don't finish until about 11.30 pm by which time I couldn't keep my eyes open any longer (due to tiredness and dust irritation), and after being awake for 20 odd hours you might not be surprised to learn that it doesn't take very long for me to fall to sleep.

Posted by Abi on the May 17, 2006 11:05 PM