A shell of my former self...

No photo this time, as it would be too scary!

Only just got home after the most tiring week of my life! Last Monday was spent packing the magic porridge pot of flats (it was never ending). At around 10pm on Monday night it looked like we were ages from finishing and I just sat and cried. Tuesday saw us realising that the van was too small - so Pete drove the van and I drove the car and we went to Nottingham and then Middlesbrough.. lugging heavy boxes into lofts at each house (well, Pete and his family lugged them in Nottingham as I was still on the M1) and cursing all possessions. Wednesday saw us drive back down to Brighton absolutely knackered. Thursday was Pete's day from hell as it involved cleaning - not my best day either as I got to do the oven. Friday... well, we were still cleaning in the morning... we finally packed the car (again) by about 12 at which point we still had to go into town to return library books, pick up wedding presents, get car tax, sort redirection and get some stuff for the weekend. I lost ANOTHER bit of tooth at lunch, which really topped my day off. Tears were shed as we left Brighton at 4pm on Friday... then we drove to Newquay (where we were going to a wedding). We arrived as mere shells of our former selves.. Pete managed to get to the pub to see his mates.. I opted for a bed and bath. Then we had the wedding on Saturday (congratulations Dave and Claire) so we had to drink lots (rude not to, really). Yesterday we had a well deserved slob. And today we've driven 450 miles... I arrived home about half an hour ago!!!

The flight on Friday will feel like a rest! 24 hours of watching films, eating airline food and guzzling bloody Marys!!!