The Man with No Time

As it was a nice day today, I decided to do something a little different to get myself out of the house for a while.  Since I moved back to Coventry I've discovered quite a few interesting sounding museums that I want to visit, and I thought that it was the perfect opportunity. A museum might not sound the best place to go on a summer's day, but this one was mostly open air. It was also the closest one to my house, which may or may not have played a part in my choice! The Midlands Air Museum is a small, volunteer-run museum right next to Coventry Airport. It's more of a collection of aeroplanes than a 'proper' museum, with the majority of the exhibits being planes on display outside. But it's' no less interesting for that. It's not a terribly assuming building. But the true gems are sitting outside, behind the hangar. (Credit: David Brown)

I really, really hope that this is the last part of this post series. At least for this particular house move. Because I'm fed up, and I'm not sure what else can go wrong. 

Well, moving still sucks. This whole process is really starting to take the mickey; I naively thought that it would be relatively simple, but I'm starting to realise how lucky I was with all of my previous moves. Each time I had people to help me, and I was moving in with other people so there were bodies around. This time it's a completely different story, and I'm starting to get a bit fed up. Admittedly it's only been a week since I got they keys, and a busy week at that. It's also been stressful.

Moving still sucks. But at least I now have the keys to my flat! It's taken long enough for me to become immensely frustrated though - it's not like I moved down here over two weeks ago, or applied for my flat almost a month ago or anything... There's been a lot of waiting around for people to do things over the last two weeks.

This is the first in what will likely end up being a series of posts. Because lets face it, moving sucks. And this particular move doesn't look like it's going to have an end any time soon... My last post was about my flat hunt  in Coventry in preparation for my new job. That was my penultimate week in St Andrews. My last week in St Andrews involved a lot of driving up and down the UK, and actually not that much time in town! Oh St Andrews, how I will miss thee. (Credit: David Brown)

Today was a said day. I've spent the weekend packing up all of my stuff, and today I moved out of the house that I've lived in for the last three years.