Apparently, my best laid plans had not quite gang a’glee (or whatever the phrase is) enough, as our aim to move today was sadly curtailed by George’s Dad being ill. Hopefully it should be going ahead tomorrow- but, for the moment, it’s meant cleaning at a slightly more relaxed pace, and even more feeling like we’re hanging in a kind of strange, surreal limbo. Just to make things weirder, I’m actually going to have to stay overnight here on Wednesday, in order to make sure I can get to a screening of INLAND EMPIRE, the new David Lynch film. There’s little time left, and things are feeling just a little on the tense side.