Tomorrow morning the burly removal men will arrive and whisk us and all our stuff off to rainy Gloucestershire. At least, I hope they’ll be ‘burly’ – these boxes are heavy! And, ahem, there’s going to be an issue with my sofa, which won’t fit through the front door but we’ll cross that bridge tomorrow….!
Incase you are worried, don’t be. We are ‘equipped’ for the Cotswolds:
I have got these:
We’ve had a ‘last supper’ of fish and chips, eaten off the paper and with our fingers (all cutlery and plates packed) and now my man has gone to a Jethro Tull concert in Birmingham – as you do, the night before you move house.
On a different (and writing-related!) note, I’m sorry to say that Warwickshire’s Big Spring Read, about which I was sooo excited, has been cancelled, as, to date, only 22 people had signed up. But I hadn’t bought my tickets yet! And I bet lots of other people were the same – intending to go but yet to buy their ticket. It’s a shame.
Don’t forget, midnight tonight is the deadline if you want to send a story off to the Telegraph Short Story Club monthly competition. It’s free – so what have you got to lose? Details here.