Packing, Dusting and Singing.

I'm just arranging all my stuff in my flat so that it is all boxed up by the time my Dad comes to help me take it home. I am under strict instructions to do a good job of this so that he doesn't arrive and I am standing amid a mountain of bin liners packed too full of clothes, shoes and 'interesting things from charity shops', a la every single time I came home from University. The day of moving out of halls at the end of each term was a particularly hellish one for everyone involved, bin liners splitting everywhere, crumpled 'Trainspotting' posters all over the place, all mixed in with a horrible hangover and the sneaking guilt of snogging your best-friend's boyfriend.

Anyway, I am being very good, what with being grown up now. I have thrown half of my stuff away to avoid packing it, I am dusting everything carefully before it goes in the box, and I have hardly snogged anyone since I started.

I have chosen good 'doing things to' music (not like that, don't be dirty) (oh, go on then). So far I have listened to the Sister Act 2 (Back in the Habit) soundtrack and Skunk Anansie 'Stoosh', both of which make for some very enthusiastic and loud singing along. Electic, perhaps, but both quality albums and I won't hear a word against either one.

Tonight I am going out to meet my Impish Little Sister Sophie, who is back from Paris for a bit, which will be wonderful.

Now I must select another CD to listen to so I can really finish off the job of bursting my neighbours' eardrums.