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I'm SO over needing to sort out my room, and packing for tomorrow.
Ffwd to 19.00 Thursday when I am leaving the house.
And no, it's really not all that bad.
It's a few piles of clothes to make decisions over - I'm having a clothes cull at the same time.
But it's so weary because of the rain and the grey and the feeling that I should be walking around furniture showrooms looking for bargains.
It's the worst Bank Holiday of the year, to the extent that it feels like a chore rather than a day off.
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