The Man with No Time

After playing in a concert on Saturday evening I had to drive straight to Bath ready for the BULSCA Student Nationals. I had to be at the venue by 8:30 am Sunday morning, so rather than risking sleeping in and being late I decided to head down the night before. Two closed motorway junctions and attendant diversions later, I eventually made it to the Travelodge where I was spending the night. I've always enjoyed the BULSCA Championships as an event. More so since they switched to a 50m pool. Last year was my first taste of the competition as a non-competitor, as I organised the whole thing ; this year I was going to be judging.

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. 

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.