Two days remaining. I leave Cambridge on Friday morning, Bedford for the weekend, then an 08.55 BA flight to JFK on Monday. This time next week, I should be well and truly ensconsed in my new pad.
Close as that may seem, one vital element in this otherwise masterful plan has yet to be set in motion: namely, packing. I hate putting things in bags and boxes with a visceral, all-consuming passion. And having to lug them around after that intensifies my (already severe) revulsion tenfold. Dad's arriving with a van at 10am (sic, perhaps literally!) on Friday morning, which, since I'm predicting a heavy night tomorrow, is unlikely to land me in the best of moods. If you see a sweaty, stressed, hungover-looking lout in the Causewayside area early Friday, it's probably wise to steer clear.
That said, staying busy is helping keep my mind off leaving. I hope to write a few things about Cambridge over the weekend. Watch this space.
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