Alex and me been packing for the best part of a month now. Well, to be fair, Alex has done the most of it. So here I sit tonight surrounded by all our worldly chattels which we have to load up tomorrow in the truck. As I blog, Alex packs. There's a crash. I raise my eyebrows. Just cutlery being flung in another box. I promised to carry her over the threshold when we get to the new house on Friday. Too damn right she says.
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