Well, I’ve spent most of this week in the garage, delving into boxes. Boxes which I brought with me when I moved back to the UK five years ago, and which I have been rigorously avoiding opening ever since. I do rather wish I’d left them closed. Among the sad discoveries were all the cards from the last Christmas I spent with Mr X, as well as all the children’s drawings and paintings to Mummy and Daddy, and a thousand more…
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Ten things not to do while moving house 1. Lose track of the wet washing that was in the washing machine 2. Ask the movers to store 60 boxes of kitchen stuff in the…