“Is this how you spell fragile?” Gareth asked.
We’re moving house this weekend and so our brains are melting. I’d forgotten how much of a palaver it is – I’d mentally skipped ahead of the part where you’re kicking back with a bucket of wine in the new place. But first you have to rediscover dusty lost socks and pack up all the tangled cords from Gadgets of Yesteryear.
(Just a quick explanation if you don’t read my other blog: we’re in the midst of selling our flat and renting a house. We had initially planned to buy one, but the bank with our savings in it collapsed last month. Long, tedious, and bloody annoying story!)
Packing up our worldly goods has uncovered a few forgotten treasures, such as this handsome portrait that Gareth’s pal nicked straight from the wall of a barber shop when they were sixteen:
And this business card that G received at a conference in Bucharest a few years ago. Quality!