We've gone out to lunch every day this week. We eat in supermarket cafes. Ailz thinks Morrison's offers the best value- and the pensioners of Failsworth seem to agree.
In the evening I eat bread and soup. Last night I settled into my comfy chair, rested my computer on my knees and watched a recent episode of Poirot.
Everywhere there are plastic bags. They contain books, CDs, DVDs, clothes, soft toys, miscellaneous junk. I wonder how many we'll be able to fit in the car.
Ailz's mother is coming to accept the situation. She works herself up towards one of her routines of self-pity and then realizes what she's doing and stops short.
There are two things we can do about the large items of furniture. The first is get some huckster to cart them away. The second- which is the one we've come to favour- is hire a van and take them down to Kent. Matthew has agreed on principle to be our van driver and removals man.