Dear diary, today I realized one thing that annoys me more than anything else - at least if we're talking about moving. And that's the boxes, the boxes filling our new flat. We are drowning in boxes. Last week I thought I hated the boxes because there were never enough, we had to run from store to store asking for empty boxes and still it seemed we could never fit all of our stuff anywhere.

But now... Now I can't get rid of them! There are roughly 40 boxes waiting to be unpacked and I can't do that 'cos I don't know where I'm supposed to put all that stuff that's in them.

It would be lovely to just lay back and start drawing or writing or painting or something.

Bloody brilliant.