It had to happen I suppose, they had to go eventually, and today they did.
As the doors on the van clicked shut, Mr Threealmostfour gave new instructions to the driver:
"Don't take them to France, take them to MY house."
I know how he feels, we are going to miss having them around, if not the tripping over them. I suppose I'll have to start on some more now to relieve the bare walls. Come to think of it, that's how it all began, perhaps this time will take less than thirty years to start painting again.