Boxes and boxes of china and books (so many) and things; things stored away and some not quite recalled with any exactitude. Like opening Christmas boxes for the home; rediscovering objects and precious stuff stashed away for the move from one home to another. Stored against another day's coming, another home-coming, a new place to make your home, create and enhance with favourite possessions and fill with your favourite people and share with love.
We're not there yet, well, not quite, and it will take a few more days before we can begin to feel at home, here in our new abode, as we did in our previous home, a large and enlarged family home.
So yes, we've down-sized, which means less housework to be done but then less space to move about in, which will take some time to become accustomed too. Yet we will. It's nice inside, with all our favourite goodies about us, and with less time used up by chores there's more time for writing and reading, walking Alice and generally doing the things we've both put aside for family commitments.
All will be well, in due time, and the spirit of Christmas will certainly take hold, within and without, and life will be OK again.
Cheery-bye
Daisy
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