Kettles that bubble with boiling water while spouting steam.

I've been in a sort of boxed haze. Packing is more tiring than running a marathon. You can't begin to realize when, how and where did you end up amassing so much stuff that needs a hundred odd boxes. 

Boxes for everything. For tiny knick knacks and cutesy kitch stuff to utensils and bedding..and don't even get me started on clothes. So many clothes and all I've been wearing is sweat pants and a tee for the past couple days. 

Everything's almost done, and if all goes well then tomorrow we shall spirit away to Shanghai in afternoon. 'If all goes well' being the keyword, because my kitchen is still to get packed..and my bicycles are yet to be dismantled and packed. 

I'm no hoarder and it's not funny the amount of stuff that's been a part of discarded boxes. 

Shoes that no longer look good, crockery that's lost its sheen, cutlery that's lost its charm, bottles that've lost their caps and clothes that no longer fit or just don't feel right anymore. 

So much apple junk! Gah, what a lot of useless silver gadgets with shiny screens.  A mistake I mean to rectify over the coming time. I shall soon be a window convert or at least anything that isn't apple. 

I'd the weirdest dream: that I was cycling in a narrow carpeted corridor after solving linear equations that's didn't even look like linear equations.