Packing to move house is so much shit

[shinytoaster]

You know what I don't like: packing.

I am plagued with vague worries that I won't be able to fit anything into my room in the new place. I am moving my entire life, not just a bunch of clothes and some textbooks like at Uni. I am taking pretty much my entire library and, discounting the kiddie stuff I'm leaving behind, like my precious Biggles books and The Usborne Junior Nature Explorer and suchlike, it's still a pretty big library. This is a life-changing thing, not a term-long stint in Halls, and it's now properly daunting me. I'm worried the bed won't fit or the wardrobe. I'm worried now that even Mikael, my sexy Swedish computer table (the tiniest little computer table that could) won't fit. Daunted. So daunted.

Saturday afternoon, we charged up the Fiesta's battery. The Fiesta used to be called Draco but I've decided that calling things Draco is so over, so now I'm thinking of calling it either 'Car', 'Little Car' or 'The Fairy Ferry' (because I saw the name used in a book, possibly an Armistead Maupin book, once and liked it). Well, yesterday I came close to calling it 'You Flaming Money-Grubbing Piece of Shit' because no sooner had we charged the battery, reset the radio, cleaned two years' worth of dead leaves out of the intakes and reversed the car out in front of the house to give her a good lathering, but the radiator started to leak. Luminous green fluid. Everywhere. Not good.

So now the car will fail the MOT test booked for it on Friday, but I can't get road tax without the MOT, so legally we can't even drive the car to another garage to get the radiator fixed - it's likely going to need a new one and I don't know how much these things cost but I think it'll mean I do food shopping at Lidl for a month or so. So Car (nee Draco) is currently an unlicensed, unregistered car and this makes me sad.

To add insult to injury I just picked up my mug and found my delicious tea had gone stone cold.

And I bet we're going to lost the Third Test now as well.

Comments

[meggitymeg.livejournal.com]

You know, I've noticed that - most recently when Chris was shopping for a new desktop, and kept coming across systems that looked like a good deal at first glance, until I realized the number was in pounds... :P And Chris is forever having to remind me that, say, fifteen quid for a casual meal out is *not* particularly cheap. :))

*crosses fingers*

[moony]

I am having that issue in my plotting and planning. Everything is in sodding Euros and I get all excited!!! and then I realise no, the Euro is like .80 to the dollar, so I need to add about five or ten bucks to everything. :-P

Moving bites the wax tadpole. I have had to move across the entire country about five or six times in the last five or six years, and I am certainly tired of it. I am so tired of a country that it takes you all day to cross by air. Raaaa.

Poor Fairy Ferry. I had friends in SF who called their car the Queermobile, and another set of friends had a van called the Fagon (as in, Fag Wagon). Heh. Should I ever own a vehicle it shall be called the Moony Mover. Or Moonymobile. :D

[titanic-days.livejournal.com]

Whereas England fits neatly into most overhead storage bins.

[moony]

Or under the seat in front of you.

Ireland fits in my handbag!

[titanic-days.livejournal.com]

Belgium is rumoured to be the size of an iPod Shuffle. If you're planning on travelling right round Europe, then you should watch out for countries like Liechtenstein and Monaco, where you can't lie down without a passport.

[moony]

Ahahaha, iBelgium.

I am currently trying to sort out how to get to Krakow and ultimately Auschwitz, despite not knowing a stitch of Polish. Traveling even slightly out of the Western Europe safety net makes me a touch nervous, right now in particular. *glares at stupid war-mongering president*

I plan to be Canadian for the entirety of my trip.