Yesterday, today and tomorrow – and Sunday too, if there’s still boxes to be unpacked. It’s tough work, being a friend of Z, once I start calling round there’s no stopping me. And Roses has to keep buying me chips and cider too.
This evening, I’m listening to the Proms and reading the papers. An early night, I think, will follow, so please excuse the short post.
I really hope you aren’t sneakily moving all the sage’s possessions into Rose’s flat.
Aha, slaving in the mines … sleep well.
well done!
Ssh, Jane, neither of them has noticed yet.
I did, Mago – the moving of the furniture was the hottest day of the year, thank goodness there were stronger people than I am to help.
One last heave, as Ted Heath once disconcertingly put it, Zig!
Aren’t you the loveliest friend, worth any amount of chips and cider I bet.
I think Ben should be a winter lap dog.
The ones who carried the furniture up to a first floor flat are those to praise, Mig. And the washing machine.
Ignore her bashfulness! Z was an absolute star!
She kept me sane throughout a very tough move.
I’m one lucky lady she’s my friend!
I was so relentlessly optimistic, must have been quite trying. But you’re in!
Can I bags you next? Not moving, just decluttering…
Of course, BW. I decluttered this whole house last year. You might not have thought so, but you should have seen it before I started. Mind you, R has undermined my efforts completely in two rooms since then and my study is a tip by my own efforts, but even so.