I'm moving house. I'm going from Barton Hill in Bristol, to Easton in Bristol. From this house to my new flat is a ten minute walk, and that's including the dogleg to get round the rail track, but as other Bristolians know it's a psychogeographical trek and a half.
I still don't know when. It may be Friday, it may not be for a couple of weeks. What do I pack now? What do I do about utilities? More importantly, what do I do about Premiership football?
I'm not going to be posting much for a while, because I have to sort out lots of deeply boring things. I may come by and moan.
The good news is, my new flat is cheaper than my old house. So much cheaper that once I've moved I won't have a mortgage. Hooray!

OK, now we can fight!
I am sitting beneath some real guilt feelings over how little I've posted of late. But it's all beyond my control. Tomorrow, or rather later today, I have to go to London for 48 hrs, and the thought of posting