Where the Hell did the last three months disappear to? It only feels like yesterday we were in the spare room at Sally’s house and looking forward to our new abode, and now here we are about to depart.
One positive about moving house regularly is you get bloody good at packing away and tidying. Apart from the stuff we’ll be sleeping in all our bits and bobs are packed and ready to go, and the house looks spotless. No doubt Philippa will clean every inch of it again tomorrow, but I’d go so far as to say it looks nicer now than it did when we moved in. The Dobsons are back on Saturday, as their tradition is to open their fish and chip shop on the first day of British Summer Time, and they like to be home for a week beforehand so they can get settled and get the shop nice and clean. Once they see this house they’ll probably ask Philippa for help. I swear she could clean the spots off a ladybird.
I shall end this with a tearful haiku:
The Willows, farewell.
To be within your fair walls
Was a treat indeed.
RC 20-3-14
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