How much stuff can a homeless person possess?? It turns out quite a lot if that homeless person is me. Where did it all come from? Does anyone really need all these things? What on earth am I going to do with it all? One solution is to give your mother an extra 20kg bag and a two second tent to take home. However, this still leaves you with four bags to deal with. Ahhhhhhhh!!!!!! Ok. I can do this. Not only do I have to sort out four bags, there’s the small problem of finding a new home for a car, booking a flight home with points that frequent flyer programmes don’t actually want you to use and just sorting life out in general. Can’t I just go back to the walking track?? With Mum dropped off at the airport, it was time to step up to the plate and deal with the other issues. What one needs in these situations is a diversion, and there’s nothing like a huge wholefoods stall, a big walk and a friend who you really must have dinner with to take you away from the tasks at hand for a while. It provides for a lovely evening, but alas the problems were sitting there waiting for me on my return. Another assault on the frontline allowed for little progress, so I hit the pillow at about 01:30, as frustrated as I had felt the morning before. Tomorrow is a new day.