Twenty Four Little Hours...

In 24 hours or so, I should be on my way back from Portsmouth, having let the removal men shift my stuff out of storage.
In 48 hours or so, all my stuff will (hopefully) have found its way to the West Midlands.  And I will most likely be sat looking at it all thinking "Where the hell do I start?"
But it closes a chapter and starts a new one.
Hopefully the one with all the sex in...