In which the Rodent moves three times its own weight in furniture.

I woke up in the middle of the night sweating, with sharp pains in my chest and stomach and with my heart going at about 120bpm as though I'd just done a short sprint up a hill. Couple in the aching, lactic muscles and this is a typical ME attack presaging a day of extreme flueyness and lack of spoons. No wonder after the day I've had.

A friend of ours has decided to drop the life they were living elsewhere and take up residence at Chez Rodent, so said Rodent went along to lug what furniture it can. Various others were there too, as muscle. I'm not wild about the circumstances of the flit, but it did have to happen sooner or later, so I did what I could. Two of us that had gone down in Pol's landrover ended up travelling back again in it with all the furniture, while the others, including the flitter, all went off for a nice large lunch, staying away until we'd both had plenty of time to eat lunch and then empty the entire landrover our own two selves. Which we did. Go us.

Part of lunch was a snack I like, frozen sweetcorn nuked in water for a minute or two with butter and cajun spice. It's delicious, quick, filling and one of your five a day. What more do you want in
a snack? The rest was, regrettably, nukeaburger with a slice of onion added. Mechanically recovered meat, plastic white, white bread, artificial 'tomatoey' ketchup and plastic cheese food product. Mmmm-mm. Sad to say, I enjoyed it. A Big Mac meal would have been healthier. But still. Sweetcorn!

Part of getting the room ready was moving all those damned books I've been working through for weeks. Those were bundled out of the way as best we could, and then the other person did all the heavy lifting while I put things in logical places. No opening of boxes, but the loose fragile stuff was put on shelves and the pictures were stacked together for ease of putting up.

After that, about an hour later, everyone else arrived and sat and clustered around flitter for pretty much the rest of the evening until I faded out and had to go to bed. I woke up to television noises in the state mentioned above. Miserable and sweating and with a sore back and a right leg that doesn't want to carry me. Time for milk, aspirin, propranolol and decaf coffee with bad television. Another few hours sleep and now it's 5:30 am and squalls are being forecast everywhere in the UK, it sounds like.

In a few hours the whole new household of three starts and I suspect I'll end up sleeping through most of it until I go to Lunnon for over a week. I'd like to be showing flitter how the house works, but with these weird sleeping spurts and other factors, I doubt I'll get a look in.