A whole life packed into boxes. It’s strange to stand and look at. To feel like part of myself is now cut off from use, wrapped in bubble wrap and carefully stored away. Will I even remember or care what is in those boxes when I’m away!? When I return, will it feel like all my Christmases have come at once opening the wrapping!? Or will those boxes feel like unnecessary burden!? At this moment in time, after such an exhausting week, I’m just pleased we managed to get it all done, to have our home all safely stored away.

And now its definitely time for tea, book and bed….. Oh, if I can just remember which box I put my mug in!