For the last two days Paul and I have been packing up Kat’s belongings into boxes ready for the removal man on Monday. Kat will be home to help at the weekend. To be honest, I’m too old for this malarkey. After an hour or two of packing boxes my hip starts to hurt so I have to sit and supervise instead. It’s very frustrating when your body lets you down as you get older.
“Don’t chuck the teddies,” said Kat on the ‘phone.
“”Are you really sure you want to keep the teddies? We haven’t got a lot of space.”
“Yes, I want to keep them.”
|the teddies went into a plastic bag|
|the air was sucked out of the bag|