I hope my house doesn’t fall over. There is nothing in the back rooms at all. Zip. Zilch. Rien. We even took the picture hooks off and removed the rawl plugs. I am concerned that with 100% of our house contents in the front 50% of building we may wake up tomorrow and find ourselves all fallen into the cellar.
This from the lady who thought that a particular vegetable looked remarkably mushroom-like yesterday while washing it, and then realised it was a mushroom.
All sane comments and wishes in my general direction gratefully received.
Dad has started me off by helping relocate my bookshelves, and explaining in narrative form why you start loading bookshelves from the bottom up. It’s not a long story, but he tells it better than I do.
jam and giraffes 