on the move again

yup, moving again. Leaving our beloved wee shoebox in the sky behind for pastures already well-known, as we move across Brixton into a flat recently vacated by a couple of friends. Our heads say it's the right thing to do (bigger, near a park, we can put pictures on the wall, the only bathroom isn't en suite); as we sit here surrounded by boxes on our last night before the big day, our hearts are seemingly not of the same opinion. Gonna miss the wee place, gawd luvvit. Looking forward to the happy memories of the last 15 months though.