Took two 1930s armchairs, one flattened flat-pack wardrobe, one flattened flat-pack bookcase and a deceased fridge to the tip. Very liberating.
A late arrival at the house-selling ball drove down from London to view the chaos which is my ready-to-move possesions container and told me not to accept any offer until I had heard from him. I won't argue with him since he was at least 20 stone and six two.
Had a letter delighting in the fact that I had allowed my emotions to come to the fore over the last few days. Why is it that people assume that the only emotion we have is sadness?
Ove the last four years I have had glee, joy, mischief and fun to the fore. I am allowing sadness to come to the fore now because I am sad. I don't cry when I'm not sad. Next Monday night I won't be sad anymore.