The best laid plans.
The removal men were booked for 7.00am today.
But it has been raining overnight. Rain of quite biblical proportions.
So seven o clock rolled along and they came, they saw, and then they left again. I am presently sitting on a bare mattress, its companion sheets stuffed somewhere in one of a million anonymous boxes, unlocatable.
We will try again tomorrow. And if the heavens have not yet emptied themselves utterly, we might have to try making one of these
out of these