The Poltair Chronicles: 1

The Poltair Chronicles: 1

The mess piled around me. A lot of a bit here, an even more of a bit there. Towers of partially crumpled boxes were everywhere I looked, trapping me within a prison of my own creation. I wanted to escape, but yet the endless meals of takeaway had left me too lethargic and feverish to even attempt to begin.

In the past some have called it ‘unpacking’ or ‘moving house,’ but for me it was nothing but an ever-lasting expanse of untidiness and disarray. One day I would have to give in, but for today there was nothing to do but switch off to the mountains around me, and switch-on to the escapism that was Netflix.

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