Thank you, asrana, for driving of vans and support above and beyond the call of everything. Thank you rest of HMS Leviathan for being mad enough to let me live with you. Thank you various people for carrying bags and stuff. Thank you god, it seems to have just about worked.
We still have no internet so I'll be borrowing this one, which lives at a net cafe up the road; I'll try to get here every day though, so if you want anything I should be around. Have no idea what's been going on over the weekend though.
I am too tired to think of anything else to write. This is all very strange. But I think I'll be okay.