I am 90% sweat right now. You know when little boys at weddings race around at a thousand miles an hour, and then their hair gets plastered to their foreheads? That’s how I feel, right now - a red hot, exhausted ball of sweat who wore a suit to the gym.
I didn’t wear a suit to the gym. Though that would be an amusing social experiment. It’s the kind of thing influencers do for followers. No, we’ve been packing and sorting for pretty much the whole day - and that has been exhausting. From climbing about on dining room chairs, piling cardboard boxes in the lockup to collecting piles of old batteries and Puzzlers from 2016, it’s a been a tiring old day for body and brain.
And heart. After dinner I sat on the sofa and looked at the bare walls of my flat. I was suddenly Will Smith in the last episode of Fresh Prince. Time pushes us on to the end credits, to the new and unseen excitement, but there’s still something so emotive about the final shot of a place we’ve called home, isn’t there? I had a little cry.
It’s no wonder I’m soaking: emotional and sweaty. What a combo.
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