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My mother is stressing me - I really wish she wouldn't. It started already 14 days ago: "How much have you packed?" "WHAT not more than that!" and just now "You're moving NEXT week!". Theoretically yes, we're moving on the third, she would like that everything would be packed two weeks ago. Unfortunately, we still need to shower, dress and eat - and I am not closing the bead shop for the move, which means that the beads and computers will have to be packed last minute - and be the first thing that I unpack. I don't know why mothers still have the capability of stressing their adult children. I've moved more than 10 times before, I know what I'm doing. Ten years ago, this sort of incident would have made me all stubborn and I would do everything last minute just to show her...lol. Now it just annoys me. I do things my way and that's that.

Apart from speaking to my parents, I've been very active today. Went for a walk this morning - it was lovely, nice and warm, but not too warm. I could smell coffee walking past the small local restaurants, and as I walked over a bridge I could hear the birds and a single cuckoo from the depths of the forest below. I painted the kitchen some more, have done three loads of laundry and have packed a bit.

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I love the cats, love them to bits, but Fisen just shovelled his food all over the floor, and Felix killed a blowfly, spreading its entrails on my newly painted bathroom wall.