Slogging catless towards a starry night

A catless morning, which felt a bit weird but made things simpler. Breakfast then packing all day. Saw an imaginary Calliope twice during the day, once as a pillow and the other as a stump of wood in the garden.

Carrying things made much easier without Calliope getting under our feet on the stairs and so on. Lorraine and I intensively focused and wrote lists and were methodical. Chatted with Mum, in between bouts of packing, whose car has miraculously made it through the MOT again. And to Anton, who is on crutches at the moment after his knee cartilage operation and a bit fed up. I maintain he should order some kind of parakeet or perhaps and African grey parrot to complete the look.

We were always just on track, even after grappling with washing machines and garden pots and retaping boxes more solidly. By around 7pm we were done, with just a few bits of last minute stuff for first thing tomorrow. Enlivened, however, by slinking off to The Preston Park Tavern, where we had a brace of beef burgers and a beer. I drank three pints of beer, but having finished them noticed it was quite pokey at 5.5% alv.  Floated back home, noticing the stars, to watch an episode of DS9 and go to bed for the final time in Osborne Road.