Move me.

You know you are losing your moving momentum when you cross the threshold from neatly packed and labelled boxes to a random assortment of unrelated items shoved into any available receptacle. For example, sitting at my feet right now is a kind of beach-picnic-insulated-cooler-bag that hasn't seen the light of day for some time. In this bag are -

• a roll of brown paper
• a lint (dog hair) remover roller thingo
• a pack of neurofen
• a manila envelope with info on counselling courses
• two comic books
• a single 1970s smoked glass tumbler
• a roll of toilet paper
• a Fijian axe
• two sexy red spoons
• an empty glasses case
• an Edward Gorey book
• a Peggy Honeywell CD
• a delicious magazine
• the packaging from the awesome 70s cutlery that we scoobed off my mum in law
• nail polish of various colours

I feel like this is a good metaphor for my brain and general levels of organisational efficiency at 6pm on day two of the moving bonanza.