Roomy Room

My room looks so empty. The bed has been taken out to make room for the new windows to be put in on Monday. I am now sleeping in my brother's room, which feels really weird. And I'm having to sort out the mess from under my bed. I made £30 doing this, due to a discovery of an old card with money in. Excellent.

The strangest thing, though, is how the mess under my bed was actually pretty organised and not too bad. I'd always had this vision that there was some kind of mini society living down there, formed from the toxic waste that had accumulated from years of me just shoving things under my bed.

I can't work out if I'm relieved or disappointed...