ok, so since yesterday, movers have been all over my father's house. and i've been here to help supervising and listing. not exactly fun. and, although i didn't actually lift a thing, or pack, or anything more strenous than going up and down the stairs more than i care to think of, i was absolutely exhausted when they left at 7pm. i could have gone to bed there and then. except my bed, of course, was not here, but in my own flat.
so, after a quick dinner with my father, we headed back to my place (to drop off some stuff). but first, it turned out they'd packed my shoes. just great. and yes, i have others, and yes, my father will find them and mail them back to me next week but they are my only waterproof pair, and it currently rains a fair bit over here.
anyway, the movers are back today (and will be on Monday and probably Tuesday) and they'd barely arrived that the packing started again. another amazing day looking at my childhood home emptying out...