Removal day one

We were quite numerous, so we made three trips house to house and one trip taking the church benches and a cupboard up to Blaye for storage.

The day started at about 7am for Pat who went out to clean the new house. Then we other Daveys went at 10 for the lifting and toting.

The new house is a Girondin - I'll take a picture one day for you. It's a stone house, down a country lane, no street lights, an astronomer's dream, but a trifle remote. It has a big garden and a massive garage and they soon will have dogs.

The day ended with pasta bolognese on the terrace and everyone was chilly, wrapped up in fleeces, jumpers and anything else we could find. A bat was doing its best with the mosquitoes. We wended our weary way home at about 10:30, tired but happy (perhaps the finest and best-loved expression Enid Blyton ever penned).

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