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Here you will find older scratches, musings and other detritus that once were located on the front pages, but have now faded.

Filed away here to collect dust and cobwwwebs in perpetuity, links may break, facts may change and data may corrupt.

On occasion I may come down here to tidy, but for the most, I prefer to leave the past where it lies.

Moved

Whilst to me it seems an absolute age that we moved, looking back at the calendar it was only six weeks ago. It seems strange to think in that time, we have seen the start and end of the Rugby World Cup 2007, and erm, other important stuff.

The move itself began promising. Unlike when we moved into the flat we a) didnt sleep through the alarm*; and b) weren't hungover. Vans were collected, porters (read Smully and Dan) turned up on time and the labour (of necessity) began.

Heavier items and large scale furniture was first. Most went quickly and quietly.... the sofa being the obvious exception. Necessity meant doors and hinges were seperated after many years of happy unison, much like our respective vertebrae would be come nightfall. It wasn't so much that the individual seats of our sofa were difficult (although they were cumbersome) it was that the inconveniently ever present gravity meant the sofa bed kept catapulting out much like an air bag in a car crash, just without the space to expand fully or any regard for our safety/welfare**.

Sofas aside, there were few troublesome objects. The main problem was the sheer number and volume of boxes. I am sure better physicists and mathematicians than I could work out the correct formula based on the number of people, the nuber of rooms and length of stay. In fact I am almost certain they could, because, lets be frank, my estimation was 'somewhat' off. Four hours after completion we finally left the flat, dropped off the keys and slammed straight into rush hour on the North Circular, via Burger King in Park Royal - an alternate definition of 'Fast Food'. 2 hours later and one family member to pick up the keys we were in. Unloading took a bit less than two hours, even after we lost a pair of hands (not literally). Dropping the van back and then hopping on both the last tube and the last train saw me walking home from the station, to a new home, at 2am. :)

To be continued.

*Nor the repeated phone calls / door chimes.

**I suspect it would have been fine had the constituent molecules of the sofa and the molecules of our bodies been happy occupying the same space, but for that to happen the laws of physics would have to unravel, the Universe implode and if that were the case, a temperemental sofa bed would be the least of my problems.

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