alex

I promise I’m not judging, except maybe a little bit.. So, you just tossed everything in and that was that? I can see that. Throw a little cooking into the mix and I’ll do all the unpacking for you.

You’re supposed to sympathize for me and cheer on that I can accomplish all of the unpacking. I don’t have the same level of patience as I did before, love. Can I exchange the cooking for a pint serving instead? I serve those really well. 

Sorry, friend, but I can’t help with that as I haven’t exactly finished my own. But you could always ask for help about it, I’m sure more than one person will be up to help out with the mystery boxes, you have brought with you.

I’ll use my landline and hope that it lures in extra hands. My thoughts were to turn my place into a FedEx place or a local shipping store with the number of boxes I have laying around. 

Well the only thing I can tell you is to be very careful and to always label everything!Packing is just terrible,let’s just admit it. The saddest thing was the sound of the vinyls breaking when I threw the box onto the bed. It was so sad.

Packing is unpleasant but necessary. I should throw a cocktail party when I plan my next move and you’ll be number one on my guest list. That is heartbreaking. Which records did you lose? 

If you ask me, mate, I just threw everything in the closet and left it there for a little. Maybe you shouldn’t take advice from me. I eventually unpacked it though! It just took me a bloody hell of a long time. Good luck with that, and tell me how it goes?

The secret is to have a secret hidden stash in your closet? The truth revealed by Daisy Ridley. Do the news articles know about this? I should change my home into a thrift store and be done with the process.

Oh man, it’s gonna take forever. I guess you don’t have a lot of choices. You should open the boxes one by one to see what’s inside and then move them to the right room. Call Captain Pizza to order one or two, I feel like food could help you to go through this.

I’m quite afraid that my choices are limited. All of the boxes I’ve managed to open during the move were clothes and tableware. Pizza does solve most issues that I’ll give it a go. Are there any toppings that you recommend? 

fuck, i’m asking for a mate as well. packing and unpacking is absolute bullocks. if you ever find out the secret, please pass it on to me. i’ve never had so many blisters on my fingers since filming for bohrhap ended. i was lucky in the regard that i managed to label all my boxes though. if you need help, i don’t mind lending a hand.

Hear, Hear. No one reminded us how difficult the moving process was. Perhaps we would’ve been better prepared for such a move. I’ve yet to figure out the true secret of unpacking. All I’ve unboxed since the move has been clothes and tableware. I’ll take all the help I can take. 

And not the fun kind of mystery boxes that most people enjoy, aye? Take one box at a time, open it, see what’s inside, and then put it in the room that it belongs in. Then just go through one room at a time to unpack those boxes, that way you’re not running back and forth between rooms, trying to figure out what box belongs where.

Not unless they love a disaster that would be the only reason they would be into this mystery box. My senses tell me that I put these together while I enjoyed a pint or two. It wasn’t my brightest idea. I’ll be nice and wrinkly once I have the boxes situated. 

One box at a time, even one or two a day if it’s too much. Do you need any help?

Is everything just in random rooms now? Because I’d say if you had any recollection of what order things were loaded and unloaded in, it might help. 

The boxes? I haven’t gotten the slightest clue. I think I had a few pints when I was packing and I don’t have much recollection. 

The biggest tip is to hire someone else to do it. Then become frustrated when they do it wrong, then stay up all night doing it again, because that’s the best way to handle this situation. Frustration can power you through anything.

I would hate to make enemies on the first day of my move. I packed in such a rush that most of the boxes don’t make a lick of sense. The poor employees would quit long before they reach the fifth box. 

I think what you need is caffeine and someone o help you get through it all maybe a few someone’s people seem really nice here I’m sure we could organise an unpacking party pretty quickly for you.  

A lending hand might be the only way I could survive the madness that I have going on. Caffeine and I have a difficult relationship and it doesn’t do anything for me when I truly need her. 

What ever are we gonna do with you, Skarsgard? You’d think with all your years of experience, you’d know how to keep from making rookie mistakes like that. But, I guess apparently not, right? Sounds like you’re gonna have a hell of a time figuring all of that out! Let me know if you ever need any help.

This is a nonjudgmental zone. There was no initial thought into the moving process I do have to confess that. I’m taking all offers to those who want to help lend a hand. I will be forever in your debt. 

I’m definitely not the right person to ask. I took the easy way out and had people move and unpack for me. Figured it was simpler than sitting around stressing over the boxes. Let alone when boxes aren’t labeled, which is absolutely something my arse would have done. It may take you awhile, grab a few beers and make it as fun as possible. 

I’m disappointed in myself for not going that route when moving. I could’ve finished with moving in at this point. I feel slightly jealous that I didn’t think about that to begin with. I thought that would be the best way to deal with the madness. 

It sounds about like you to forget the labels! But look on the bright side, every box you open, it’s almost like an early Christmas for not knowing what’s inside. I’d offer to help unpack, but who am I to ruin the spirit of Christmas? It’d be Grinch-like behavior, you know? 

My label maker didn’t make the cut when packing. That’s how I’m coping with this traumatic experience. Every box is another shocking surprise. I was under the impression that you would run to my aid. It’s under the brother manual that you help your older sibling whether you like it or not. I promise to have you back home before supper. I wouldn’t want the missus to worry.

I was just about to ask for unpacking tips, well I think you and I are both in the same boat here and we ought to grab a paddle row or just be lazy about it. 

I knew someone would understand the troubles that I’m currently working with. It’s a true nightmare. I vote to be lazy about it. 

Oh,I wish I could help but I’m the worst when it comes to packing things. I just usually write in really big bold letters what’s inside the boxes and I never get it right. Yesterday I opened a box labelled shoes and inside,it was full of vinyl discs.

You had me believing that you would have the solution to my problems. Sounds to me that I’m stuck facing the consequences of my silly mistake. Don’t use the vinyl records for shoes. They will break. 

I suppose I could spare Bill for a few hours to come help you out. I mean, he might make you return the favor and help with baby things at our house but that’s all within the periphery of  brother-uncle duties. I’m going to just assume that you got so excited at the prospect of coming here that you forgot all about the labels. 

I’ll return him in time for supper. Uncle duties were the motive for my move. One of the boxes may or may not have baby gifts but we won’t know until the baby arrives. It goes without saying that my subconscious wanted me to get here much faster.