The Moving Chronicles VI

It's the last day before the packers arrive to put everything in boxes. The fridge/freezer went to a new home today. The washing machine has spun it's last cycle for me - we've been together for about 15 years. I'd like to say that I'll miss it, but actually I'm looking forward to a modern, energy efficient, quiet machine that doesn't dance across the floor when it spins.

I took the last load to the charity shop - well, hardly a load. It was the dh's jacket - worn once or twice, but he's lost weight and hopefully will never need anything that big again. I found it hanging behind the spare bedroom door yesterday.

And then there's the bag of the dd's soft toys. A whole bin bag full. Her husband said he'd divorce her if she took any more back to their house. I opened it, thinking I'd sort through them and... And the soft white bunny with the floppy ear was on top. The bag is coming with us.

Tomorrow is going to be difficult. I'm going to be in the way, I suspect. And I have one last painful duty before we leave.

I won't be able to take flowers to my parents little marker in the churchyard again, so I'm going to dig up some violets from the garden and plant them around the back of the stone.

It will take a year or two for them to establish, but I know from my own garden that in they'll soon spread and their lovely heart-shaped leaves and sweet flowers will be there every spring.