I've been up since 6 because I need to clean my house and make it all nice so that other people can come tramping through, poking into my cupboards and judging my taste in interior design.
One is coming this morning and one is coming tomorrow morning.
This may well happen every morning until I move. On 20 December.
Always my least favourite part of moving, this is. It feels so invasive and personal.
Like, can't they make do with photos? I could draw them some pictures of what it looks like. I'll let them look through the windows. Can't say fairer than that.
Not for the first time - more accurately - for about the 90th time, I'm wondering if I'm doing the right thing.
One of the problems of spending most of your time on your own is that there is no one to use as a sounding board. No one to check that your latest life plan isn't a big pile of steaming turd. No one to pat you on the head and say: "there, there" and "it'll be OK".
Even if it is just empty platitudes by someone who knows no more than me about my future, it would still be nice to have every now and again.
I'll just keep blundering on through for now. I must stop moving house at some point though. It's very tiring.