As I write this, all my wordly posessions are hurtling down the motorway towards South London. Actually, that's not probably not true as it's before 1pm and I doubt that my Dad has finished eating his bacon sandwiches yet.
Nethertheless, my stuff will be soon arriving, and my traditional 12 KFC chip boxes of stuff seem to have grown to 14 boxes over the last 4 years.
My stuff is ready for transit