I feel like I've been moving house forever, as if I've never had a proper home, slept on my own bed, woken up without a list of things I forgot to do. Still haven't told gas, electric, water, phone, internet or post office people that I'm leaving here and tomorrow the furniture is going, Wednesday it'll be cleaned and the keys handed back, so I really must remember to do it tomorrow. I'm here at the flat to let them in at 8 tomorrow, to pack and transport my stuff. I'm so close to the edge it's not funny. That's all.