Into a mini…
…with all her university stuff…
So I probably should have posted this before the “I’m at uni” post but you know #YOLO and all that…
Turns out actually getting to uni was going to be much harder than I originally thought.
I packed everything into boxes and suitcases and put them out into the hall ready to be put into the car and it was only then I realised I deserved to have my own segment on “Hoarders”.
I just have so much stuff.
My mum came home from work and blew her top when she saw how much we had to fit in the car, but that only fueled the burning fire in my stomach…I was determined that I’d fit it all in…mainly so she wouldn’t be right…*cough cough*
It was like a giant game of Tetris where I packed each box in with scientific precision based on volume and weight…
Yeah right…actually turns out that I’ve inherited a particularly potent version of the “bunger” gene, which runs through the female line of my family. (See below)
bunger1 [bun-ger] adjective, verb: to bung
Person with uncanny ability to shove lots of crap into a small space where it otherwise wouldn’t fit
1830–2013; origin uncertain
I managed to “bung” my entire life, plus kitchen essentials, into the back seat and boot of an ’03 Mini Cooper.
Like a boss.
Seriously though, I don’t think I’ve ever been so uncomfortable, it was the longest six hours of my life.
I’m still in the process of regaining sensation in my butt.