We have had frenzied moving-house-type activity the last couple of days, as H moves the bulk of his stuff into my house from his flat.  I am now surrounded by boxes and no longer know where anything is.  I’m not really sure how everything is going to fit!  There will be an awful lot of trips to the charity shop to get rid of stuff I no longer need, and a lot of shifting things round.

I wonder if Dr Who felt like this when he moved into the Tardis?  You know…creating the impression of fitting mountains of stuff into a very small space…

Anyway, it’ll all sort itself out in the end and it’ll be worth it.  Just don’t ask me to find anything right now…!

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