Hiding with the monsters under the bed

Back from Whitby. Lots of fun, as always, but have come home feeling rather off-kilter, for various reasons. Some of which is probably nerves - new job starts a week on Wednesday in London, and have a ridiculous amount of things I have to sort out in Leeds first. And even then, I won't actually get to draw breath as I don't move into my new place straight away, so that's a couple of weeks of sofa surfing, followed by a bunch of weekends criss-crossing the country with vanloads of stuff. Not entirely sure how I'm going to hold onto my sanity during that time. It's brilliant, it's what I've been wanting all year... but right now, tonight, it all feels too much.