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[slemslempike]

Except that British Heart Foundation aren't coming this morning, because despite the man I spoke to on Saturday saying that they could get to me early on, and definitely before 1pm, actually it would be closer to 2, which doesn't work at all. And they kept calling me "dear" on the phone. I hate being called dear at the best of times, and this wasn't one of those. I can't even get properly arsey about it, because really they're doing me a favour in collecting them. But now it means I still have all these masses of boxes and bags of stuff in my living room going nowhere. I hate them, but there isn't another charity shop that collects non-furniture items in Edinburgh, so I'm going to have to wait until tomorrow, hope that the woman who called me dear isn't working there, and book it for next week. UGH.

Also the man who is taking my stuff to Southampton is here, and I'm feeling awkward about not helping with the boxes and the stairs, even though that is precisely what I am paying not to do. There is only one of him, I don't know if he'll manage the tallboy.