The joy, oh the joy. Not.

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Our house is mostly empty now. A good lot of the junk has been removed - worn, old mattresses, a defunct fridge, washing machine that leaks, and we’re rattling around it with minimal furniture and no books. It’s been a lovely big rambling house to have lived in with its huge rooms and high ceilings and more toilets than a leprechaun could shake his behind at. Sprawling garden too, and I’ll miss the graveyard behind the fence where I’ve laid so many people to rest. This move really is difficult. And the food, oh the food. Kitchen utensils are mostly moved on ahead of us for some reason but I can’t be bothered cooking anyway and there’s so little time so tonight’s “dinner” was a frozen supermarket lasagne. Beyond disgusting, with a taste that will linger for days and a somewhat saponaceous feel to it in the mouth. Oh the joys.