FFS

The start of the week is always an unknown, there is potential for feeling cursed. I was so happy to be back at work again. It was really nice to see my colleagues and the children. 

The box is a Brexshit symbol. The millennial moved out. We had the bike taken apart to be shipped to him. The post Brexit costs had not been factored in prior to the dismantling in Edinburgh. We picked it up from the bike shop, managed to get it in a black cab and shut the doors. It has remained in the box since then. Two years ish. It was put into storage with the rest of our things and delivered to Berlin. We moved it out of the Celler and into the flat yesterday. Today we moved it down to the bottom of the stairs & put a note on. M worked from home to sort the paperwork and they didn't turn up. Nobody can be home tomorrow. It's a bit tedious to try to sort it out. 

In other news I had a helpful email replying to a request for information.