Moving sucks

No totally, it really sucks.
Mum and I had to pack the truck ourselves this morning, which took a goddamn long time. Then we drove it down, which took a goddamn long time. Then we loaded up the barge, which took a goddamn long time. Then we carried it all up the stairs to our house, which took a goddamn long time.
In short, I'm fucking buggered, fucking smelly, and a little peeved coz we didn't bring down any beds (they're still up at the Hunter house because we wanted somewhere to sleep when we go back up - we'll be buying some this week).
In fact, I'm so buggered, I can't be bothered typing anymore. Will fill you in when I have the net available to me.

Listening to: footsteps on the wooden floor.