Esmington. I like that.
I'm not too bad. Not sleeping the last few nights, the weather and that has me arse over tit. How are you?
( Esme Weatherwax I swear on my tash it's daycent hash, Tue 30 Jun 2009, 2:17, archived)

I'm pretty marvellous.
Making last-minute preparations for going away on holiday on Wednesday, and sweating like a fat paedo in this stupid heat.
( Aardvark and so at last, I understood, Tue 30 Jun 2009, 2:19, archived)

I'm moving home to Ireland on Thursday.
And trying desperately to shove everything in to my luggage. Hur hur. I have accumulated a lot more stuff than I thought I had.
( Esme Weatherwax I swear on my tash it's daycent hash, Tue 30 Jun 2009, 2:21, archived)

Yes, I saw that this was happening on that Facebook thingy.
Good luck with the move, I wouldn't want the hassle of emigration.
( Aardvark and so at last, I understood, Tue 30 Jun 2009, 2:23, archived)

Ah, it's only to Ireland, short flight, and no house to sell or any of that crap.
Just fucking LOADS of stuff to bring. Shite, most of it.
( Esme Weatherwax I swear on my tash it's daycent hash, Tue 30 Jun 2009, 2:25, archived)