Moving house is exhausting beyond measure. Won’t someone remind me never to do it again. Last night after work I decamped back around to my old place to help clean with my flatmates. Eight o’clock came and went. As did nine. Then ten and eleven. And finally midnight rolled around. I eventually left the building at 1am and fell into bed sweaty and exhausted. This evening I have to go back again to take final meter readings and hand the keys over. And my new flat looks like someone at a crap factory overloaded the crap storage device and crap went everywhere. I’ve still not even connected my computer to the net. Mind-destroying. Never again.