I'm packing boxes and Beano is stressed, he's not sure what is going on.
Steve is at the new flat and bombarding me with messages, it seems the immersion doesn't work.
Nemmind it will all get sorted eventually.
Bob is moving us tomorrow.
I've no idea how many trips it will take as I've no idea how big his van is.
Steve is panicking as usual, he's attempting to pay the council tax and electric bill immediately but the place has been empty for 6 months and the electric wasn't turned off. I'd rather approach things slowly and check them out. Steve thinks we will be evicted if we don't pay the bills before we move in.