We found the duvets… eventually.
We found the car keys, which were needed after Ian locked the main set in the car.
We found the shelves for the oak bookcase.
We have found all sorts of things.
But we have not found the Nokia phone charger, the widget to transfer pictures to the computer, or even my pyjamas.
As a result, my visual record of this house, this move, has rather dried up. It’s a shame. The transformation of the garden is amazing. And Ian’s been shooting rockets to the ceiling, and to Jesus’ head. But the video evidence is sealed away… for now.
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