Yes, I really am leaving... and arriving

Thursday 29 August.

I am juxtaposed between my old life and my new one; in no-man's
land.

It's a crazy world. The estate agent phoned me and left a message last
night to say he had a property for me at - yes - at my own address.
Duh! They are trying to sell me my own flat. I am half tempted to start
playing games, saying what a lovely place it is and putting in an offer
over the asking price. On second thoughts, that could get very silly
and out of hand methinks.

Had a nice evening last night, but it was a bit weird being out without
Rug. Except for with my parents, I hadn't been out without him for a
long time. I really miss him. Thank whatever he's coming home
tonight.

Out again very briefly tonight for a quick drink for D's and K's
birthdays. Then back home to sort out some stuff for the car boot sale.
I hope Rug can cope with me cramming his nice car full of my junk.
Yeah, he'll be fine xx.