The movers came today and deposited all my things into my tiny flat. I was panicking for a while because I thought I’d have to move about by climbing over the boxes from now on, there were that many of them. Honestly, it’s times like these I realise how encumbering property can be. Well enough though, it all fitted in. My bed is rocking unsteadily on top of a pile of boxes and all the cupboards need to be labelled ‘contents under pressure’, but well enough.

The surprising thing of course was the bathroom - you’d think a boy might not need even a whole bathroom cabinet, but I have masses of toiletries lying around without a proper place. It seems seven tubes of toothpaste, two (virtually useless) hairbrushes and two swivelling lint removers might have been more than I need. As for the two steam irons, that’s just fate.

But I didn’t come here to sit organising my room, did I? I think I’ll go for a walk. Sydney, by the way, is great fun. I saw the Chinese New Year parade yesterday - year of the rooster - and had lunch with Kat, who was passing through town. We’ll get more time to be tourists on the weekend.