Next morning I was up with the lark. Packed, dressed, cup of tea and in the car.
The drive was OK. Long but no 2 ways round it really.
When I got to I's she and her dad were loading up his car. She was in a bit of a strop which I decided to ignore (good god, is it just me that's sweetness and light? I'm surrounded by grumpy buggers).
Moving her wasn't actually as hard as I'd expected. Moving her in was a bit harder. She'd moved up from a room to a (small) house. Only furniture was a bed. WHERE to put everything?
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