OK, it’s a packing day. Given that I’m leaving the apartment next week, I’d have expected to be much more panicked about getting packed up and leaving.

But I’m not. I think I feel that I’ve accumulated less on this stay than is normal.

But it’s probably more that I’m in denial. I hate packing up. I don’t mind moving on, but I hate the mechanics of leaving a place. And I expect there will be panic at some stage.