The boxes arrive into our living room
Packed boxes colonise the hall
Clare's paintings don't seem to fit
Not much of a studyAround mid-morning it began to snow: the fine, powdery stuff which makes a hissing, sizzling sound all around you as you walk the garden path to the garage with empty preparatory boxes in your hand.
Did I mention that as the light was fading, we found that our front drain was blocked just outside the kitchen window, facing the driveway? The plumber has been ordered for tomorrow morning, where he will have to dodge the removal men.
The next time you hear from me, all this madness should be behind us and we should be camped in Alex's flat in Reading.