The wardrobe and chest of drawers have gone to be auctioned. I'm just glad they've gone after 28 years of staring at a walnut grain with weird, ghostly pictures in it.
The wardrobe spent its final night in our living room. During the night I had a headache. Not wanting to rummage for paracetemol in the bedroom and wake Lizzy I headed downstairs, without putting the lights on because I know the house well, to where I knew there were headache remedies - my office.
Walking into the living room I hit my already hurting head on a wardrobe that isn't usually there. The revenge of the brown goods.
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