We do not seem to have enough time.Our last night in England was spent pretty much like this: Hannah upstairs, marshalling clothes and sterilising equipment, me, on my hands and knees, brushing my love-hate terracotta tiles, before sealing them with some noxious organic solvent and going to bed. At 2.30am.
We have not packed yet. The house is in no state to be left. There a million and one things that could/should have been done by now that have not and most probably will not. But there is excitement in the air. This huge change is coming, and, whilst I won’t deny there is some fear, there is more hope.
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