My dear readers, sorry for being so quiet. Me and Sverrir took a trip to Copenhagen to pack all my furniture and what was left of my stuff in my old flat and to hand over the keys to some real estate dude. This four-day trip was pretty rough on both of us and involved a lot of travelling and not much sleep.
On Friday night after work I planned to take the bus into town, but we had a crazy storm going and so they didn't drive further than Selfoss as the heath was closed due to high winds and slippery patches. So I was put off the bus there and had to sit in the petrol station for four hours waiting for the weather to quieten down so somebody could come pick me up. I wasn't alone for the whole time as I got into talking to a local (Benóný) who'd just popped out for some snuff and obviously was feeling a bit lonely! So Benóný kept talking at me for two hours and trying to get me a lift over the heath with every passer-by until dad and Sverrir got there to save me. At this point it was nearing midnight and we were in Reykjavík by half-twelve, and ended up getting only three hours' sleep before getting up early to take the fly-bus.
Once in Copenhagen we started to pack and clean and pack and clean. And kept doing that until we had delivered the lot with the shipping company and wrapped it all in sticky plastic. Well, when we got to the airport we were absolutely knackered, just hung there trying to stay awake. We were at Sverrir's around half-twelve, and boy, I was happy to get into bed-finally!
Anyway, now all my stuff will soon be found in one place after my having three different places of residence simultaneously!
