Packing, packing

 And yet more packing.

Sitting in the corner gibbering quietly

I have 8 boxes packed and awaiting collection.

Cass has covid and can't collect our boxes.

Steve's in a strop as its very inconvenient of Cass to be ill!

He is very stressed and totally self centred, my girls are bending over backwards to help but nothing is good enough and I'm permanently on the verge of a panic attack.

Cooler now

And a lot more comfortable.

Steve was out most of the day, he went to collect his prescription, I ordered it last week, it should have been ready to collect on Tuesday. It still wasn't ready this morning so Steve went across to the nearest Costa to have coffee whilst he waited for his prescription. 

He then went into town for his breakfast and then on to the view the flat we are renting for a few weeks until our flat purchase is completed.

I packed more boxes ready for them to go into storage until we move into out flat.

It aint half hot

It's far too hot to pack, but pack I must.

Steve has decided he doesn't want to move with mismatched boxes so he bought 50 huge matching packing boxes.

I don't care, I'll pack in anything.

I just want it done and dusted.

I have lots to do.

 I have zero inclination to make a start!

I also  have very little time to achieve anything.

Steve is mainly panicking and managing to achieve nothing.

We need to be off the boat by 10th July as its going in for a survey and blacking. Steve wants to stay aboard to protect the boat from thieves but it will be in a secure compound. I can't stay aboard as the boat will need to be accessed by a ladder which neither Beano or I can manage.

I'm looking for a serviced apartment to rent until our new place is ready. Steve is going to rent a three bed house or a hot air balloon or move in with a passing mermaid! It's still under discussion.

I may have lost my marbles by the time it's all sorted!

Next step.

 We've received and accepted an offer on the boat, we have a survey booked for it on 12 th August.

Decisions

It's taken a while but Steve has finally accepted albeit reluctantly, that I cannot continue living on the boat.

I know he's desperately disappointed but he doesn't want to live alone and I wouldn't be safe on the boat.

I have suggested various places we could have moved the boat to but none have met with his approval.

Steve is going to work with Bob tomorrow, Bob rarely does hard physical labour and Steve hasn't done any for years, I think they will both be  knackered by tomorrow evening.