25 August 2008

Solves a problem

Now, I'm not particularly good at solving problems. I have the curse that runs in my family, the curse that causes me to have to go to the home centre store three times just to fix the effing toilet. The problem gets solved, but it takes three days of cussing.

The problems arriving in moving have been very difficult because it's just me trying to figure out what needs to be done. The chief problem has revolved around me getting our stuff (and I include my wife and daughter under 'our stuff,' but not in a pejorative way) from the airport to Milton Kenyes. I've been working overtime on this one and the only solution seemed to be spending copious amounts of money to rent a van the night we arrived and just haul it all up.

The big wind up for all of this was supposed to be that I solved my problem getting my stuff to MK, but the while writing this, I got an e-mail saying that, in fact, I had not solved my problem. So this post is dead on the table. Unless I start complaining about Japanese banks...
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