Well, I've started moving into the bedsit. Feels a bit mad moving from a proper house into a bedsit, but then there is no option to stay in this house. Everything seems to be finding a home ok, except my computer. I might be able to squeeze it onto the table, kind of. The shower and toilet facilities look good. The shower is only a couple of months old.

Trying to work out where I should park. The road the house is on is very busy and has an odd kink and narrow bit outside the house and door mirrors go missing at a rate of 1 a night by the looks of it.

Looking forward to starting work on Tuesday, although the end of the decorating career is tinged with a little sadness.