Au Revoir Primrose Hill

And so, at last, the time has come. I have always known that we were living on borrowed time, M and I, in this run down little flat. I have kept looking the other way, finding other things to occupy my time with, but the end is nigh. On Saturday we move out our possessions and next week we hand over the key.

Yes, our time in Primrose Hill has come to an end. It happens to all good things (and the not so good) eventually. I will miss having 4 pubs within a block of our house, having Melrose & Morgan, the farmers market, Primrose Bakery and Shiksuki all on our street and the park so near. I won't miss the people, the unfriendly neighbours, the expense, the traffic wardens or the surly shop keepers. I won't miss our flat too much either, enjoyable though our time has been. Our regular Friday and Staurday night parties will probably have to stop as well.

But before the moving comes the packing. I have been trying to do a little bit here, a little bit there, to ease the burden and prevent a repeat of my last move, which took all night. To no real avail. No matter how much I do, the more there seems to be to do. And it always seems to descend into shouting. I must try harder. Baby steps, Flylady.net tells me. I'm starting to worry that I should be sprinting or else I'll run out of time.