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I’m not sure how this happened, but Philippa and I are ready to move!
We’ve just kept a bag each with the things we need for the next three days, and everything else is locked away in Tom’s warehouse. Amazing what you can do when you put your mind to it, and work together. Obviously this has Philippa believing that organising our wedding will be a doddle.
Everything has to come back to the wedding with her. 
I swear if I told her I’d just killed every member of her family she’d say “oh, we’d better have a look at the guest list again, then”
Bloody women. 

We’ve got a very busy few weeks ahead, but I’m really calm about it. I can’t wait for our holiday because we haven’t been away together for ages, so I’m trying to concentrate on that and forget about all the other stuff that’s going on. Most of it is organised anyway, so there’s no need to fret, but when has that ever stopped me before?

If anything, I’m really excited about all the changes, and I just wish I had the courage to change the one thing I really do want to change, which is my job. Still - you’ve heard enough of my work-related whinges, and I’ve sworn to stick it out until the New Year anyway, so I’ll shut up now and go and play on the Wii.
Oh shit - I can’t. We’ve already packed it away in storage…

RC 14-11-13