rant on packing:

I think moving house comes very close to being a new form of Chinese water torture.

My days have comprised sitting desolately amidst heaps and heaps of boxes and general Junk That Might Be Useful and wondering what in Hades possessed me to buy so many hats... who did I think I was- Cerberus???

On another note; one of the ginormous cardboard boxes containing loads of my jewellery and bags has mysteriously gone missing. I've trawled the entire up and down of Nemesu looking for it, inc the back room where most of the boxes I've kept.

My maids mean well but unfortunately don't spell as well as they mean, so most of the boxes have ended up with very dubious names: eg "Blower", "Horse", "Tois", "Sir's Balls (for games)".

I have spent about half an hour sifting through boxes of Kookery and Washing Tings, looking for my big box which apparently has been given the ambiguous label of "Cara's Staf"...

... there are about 11 boxes of Cara's Staf, verdammt!

Onward, ho.

Le sigh.