We have accepted an offer on the French house, on the back of moving out of the Twickenham. So family homes in two countries become a three bedroom flat on the South Bank. It is exciting, we are excited, a little scared about what we need to clear out, I am resolved, there will be a lot of loss, but hopefully we can bring the fairy Lego and the fruit chandeliers home?
I’m moving the chandelier,
(Ornamental non function),
Eight boxes of books,
And clothes with some gumption,
But losing two sofas,
Has been quite a junction,
I’m keeping myself in a box.
We’re starting again,
All shiny and bright,
Throwing out all the things,
We used for the fight,
But not the prosthesis,
It wouldn’t seem right?
I’m keeping myself in a box.
Two parts of a life,
Over half of my own,
I’d have journeyed with less,
If only I’d known,
Ten bedrooms with daughters,
Will soon become three,
Three kitchens to one,
Two gardens to none,
Fairy Lego outgrown
And careers well begun,
I’m keeping myself in a box.
The table we sat at,
When everyone came,
The large sun umbrella,
Kept in from the rain,
The bedknobs bed bedstead,
To leave such a shame,
I’m keeping myself in a box.
It has been an experience I wouldn’t have missed, but I don’t feel I’m going to be missing out? Onwards here, there is work to be done and I want to enjoy every moment!
It will be the stages of life I cannot pack or sell –but we are well now!
ailsa wishes... 