I have to be quick, my sister’s in the kitchen digging around for more mixers. She came over to help me move tomorrow morning and we may have used it as an excuse to get a little drunk. (She’s such a lightweight)
It hadn’t occurred to me to think of a non-spy reason for moving, so when my sister asked “So what made you decide to move house?” I had to improvise. She’s now under the impression that my landlord is selling the building in order to pay for his upcoming sex change (I panicked.)
The two guys in the black car outside my house would be harder to explain but thankfully she never noticed them. She was too busy complaining about the trip into the city as though it were some treacherous journey (its 2 hours.)
This weekend will be all about moving, unpacking and furniture shopping (my new flat is slightly less furnished than this one.) combined with my sisters insistence on rubbing my face in her settled long term relationship with Mr Perfect (doesn’t stop her complaining about missing single life ever other second.)
Still it’s really going to be nice to have a couple of days without work invading (hopefully not jinxing it) and causing chaos. I realise that if it wasn’t for work I wouldn’t be moving but it still counts. (It does.)
