This 'not moving' thing is getting a bit tired. Mind you, if I hadn't completely wiped myself out on whiskey then some more stuff MAY have gotten done.
This was my third attempt at moving my stuff back over to Mum & Dad's, and godammit I got pretty close this time, but it wasn't meant to be. I had a trailer organised this time, AND someone to help me… but there is evidently something screwed in my trailer hitch electrics, because the trailer just did not want to play ball.
Ah well, there's always time for a fourth attempt.
Incidentally, I didn't end up getting a ticket to the Glastonbury Festival. To make up for it, I went & bought a new pair of hiking boots instead. I can't help but feel a little better now knowing that though I've missed a weekend festival, I've got a pair of shoes that will last me the next 6 or 7 years.