It had been a rather full-on weekend by the time we found our way through the boxes to the bridal suite, discovering the mattress and a couple of objects which felt vaguely enough like pillows to rest our heads upon them.
If indeed it is not age that wearies them, then surely it is moving house a week before moving countries.
Despite, or perhaps because of the distractions, we have made good progress. Thirty years of other people's lives are slowly being erased under swabs of bleach or being captured in vacuum cleaners.
We have achieved shabby. Now we just need to find some chic.
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Ummm .. I guess you will make it look a lot different when you come back for the summer.
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