Just moved house.
Argh. My feet ache and my back aches and my heart aches. But all is good. My bed (which is a weird apricotty colour, with matching table-thing) is covered in clothes that are just screaming to be hung in the wardrobe, but I had to attend to my darling booky-wookies first. So I'm nearly done with the librarifying of the room :-)
I want to do awesome stuff to make it pretty and nice, but unfortunately left all my pretty stuff behind. Will have to get it tomorrow.
My brain is fried.
"Eat often of Cream of Tartar mixt with honey or treacle and shun all Musick Meetings"
- A cure for Melancholy from The Young Man's Companion, 1775
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