I left my ex with all I could get in a car
which I thought should be clothes, documents, computer (back when a 200MHz processor was considered a pretty nifty machine.

Having left to contract, I've had to move an awful lot

out of the 'Park' to the 'Street'
out of the 'Street' to the 'Lamb'
out of the 'Lamb' to the 'Green'
out of the 'Green' to the 'Davenport'
from the 'Davenport' to the 'Pub'
from the 'Pub to the 'Beverley'
from the 'Beverley' to the folks place
fom the folks place to the 'Crescent'
from the 'Crescent' to the 'Road'
from the 'Road' to the 'Croft'
from the 'Croft' to the 'Walk'

and here I am at the Walk.

Moiving that often tends to limit what you own to what can fit into a transit van or your car's maximum capacity and several trips to-and-from.

What I miss is, the boxes of accumulated bits, bobs, parts, components, leads, wires, circuits and various items I'd accrued in the previous 8 years which I'd kept 'for when they might be useful' and when you have a loft, you don't think anything of stashing stuff away.

there's been at least FOUR occasions when, during the last 8 years I've said 'GOD-DAMMIT!! I used to have exactly what we need in my boxes'.

Alas, chucked away 8 years ago because they couldn't fit in my car when I had to leave my ex (and wouldn't have been able to transport through the 11 moves since either...).

p.s. road names changed to protect the innocent, and to ensure the psycho bint from Up North has no chance of tracking me down....
( Rotating Wobbly Hat That's not a banana. THIS is a banana., Wed 20 Aug 2008, 20:20, 2 replies)

Why don't you want me to track you down?
:(
( in vino veritas, Thu 21 Aug 2008, 0:05, closed)

IVV
hush now you silly goose. This was a Mancunian... last time I pull in a pub before getting to know someone properly (which is my preferred method of bringing on the romance...)
( Rotating Wobbly Hat That's not a banana. THIS is a banana., Thu 21 Aug 2008, 8:36, closed)