( posting this from day one, but let’s not get too concerned about that, shall we )

The last of the furniture went away on day -1, and I’m already regretting this numbering system. I’m also somewhat regretting my decision to make a bed on the floor for the last night; I slept ok, and felt ok, but I feel that the sore … everything … by the end of the day may have been the result of that decision.

The flat is done. All of my stuff is out of it, and it’s cleaned to the extent that my time & energy permitted.

My stuff and I are in the Aylesbury Travelodge. There’s still some final sorting out to do, but nothing major; Documents to be sorted through, a few things to be donated, and some final decisions on what comes with me & what stays in storage.

:: editing to add things as they occur ::

It’s much easier to remove oven cleaner foam if you put a towel in the bottom of the oven & use an old spray bottle as a water gun to get the tricky spots around the grill.

An unexpected (to me at least) benefit of starting at the top of the space & cleaning down is that you can just drop any cleaning rags/paper towels when you’re done with them. Or fling them over your shoulder, which is oddly fun.