We're getting there

The lawn has had its last cut. Then I showed our neighbour how to use it and sold it to her.
My gardening shoes have gone in the rubbish. No gardening on the fourth floor where we're going!

Our neighbours are getting sweeter and sweeter as the day approaches.
One offered to put some boxes in her flat. She also offered to come and help us pack.
Another made us a leaving card on her computer with a "petit mot", a short note of appreciation.

All the tables are cleared and dismantled.
We're getting through it slowly.

Meanwhile Catrin's gastro-enteritis drags on miserably.
This house-move is epic!
Next one is the old folks' home.


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