Right, it's about 1a.m. as I start writing this. It's been a very long four-day week (but productive on the MOSES side of things), I'm dead tired, I need a holiday, and I turned down an invitation to Micky-off-of-Newsbeat's birthday bash in the O'Neill's.

Why am I typing this, then? Well, it's a milestone night: my last in Cranleigh. Tomorrow I move to Agraria, possibly with the help of Mr Bridger, if I find out that my AX can't take all the stuff I brought over any more.

The room is only half-packed-away, as tonight (Matthew) I will be sleeping here. However, that'll all change tomorrow. All the bits and pieces (including this box) will be sorted semi-randomly into boxes and heaved into the car, and driven to somewhere where I don't think I'll be able to park in daylight hours. Bum. Must sort this situation out. Dunno how, yet. Parking at Gomshall overnight seems an option, just getting the train there each day. But seems a little extreme. (The council's webshite was out of bounds yesterday, but that could be associated with the electricity vanishing across a large portion of London. So I don't know how to get one of these blue-badge thingies, if that's even what I'm supposed to get. MANY questions have I for Abi.)

Seems a while ago, but certainly not almost a year-and-a-half, since I woke up early one weekday morning, the first week I was here, due to the fact that the entire outside wall of my room is double-glazed window. It's a nice feature, if you're not trying to sleep in, and I'll probably miss it a bit. Similarly I'll miss G&J, and the well-furnished flat and kitchen. But not sharing with pet rats (now rat singular, since last Friday).

I also twigged yesterday that it's a year since I was in Big Bear, on that fateful observing trip. My first and only visit so far to the country I want to work in for a few years. Must chase up that last enquiry about jobs, too...

I'm getting tireder now. Hopefully there'll be drinkage tomorrow night with Mr Bridger and Lord Dobke Jr, plus the new housemate! Yay!

Need sleep so I can get up about 9a.m., and thus stand a chance of getting everything sorted out tomorrow afternoon.

G'night all. G'night Cranleigh.