Spent a sweaty, dirty week sorting out my late Stepdad's effects in the garage for sale. Last night we had a massive storm, so I've spent the afternoon bailing it out and salvaging machinery. This is hard.
Spent a sweaty, dirty week sorting out my late Stepdad's effects in the garage for sale. Last night we had a massive storm, so I've spent the afternoon bailing it out and salvaging machinery. This is hard.
Gods. So sorry.
It's OK. It's clear now. But these items hold precious memories for my Mum and it became rather emotionally fraught. Stuff is selling. I'm often asserting that what's really of value aren't *things* But yeah. Hard.
Mum: Is it too early for gin? Me:
Ouch, yes.
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