Dolly has already relocated and I'm left with empty furniture, the telly etc., and Bagpuss (the pc).

Final move begins at 9am tomorrow then it's all done and did.

So Mum's live-in fella of 3 years has just left her for a 30-year-old frump! Frankly, I expected him to fuck up, he's been incapable of sustaining any relationship ever, was on the rebound when he re-met Mum 3 years back and he's a heavy drinker (which he covers pretty well apart from the shaking). Mum's pretty devastated, but well shot of him. I'm absolutely fucking livid.