STARTED PACKING.

Ugh and ugh again. What a horrid job. I'd forgotten how awful it is. Mind you, it's been over quarter of a century since we did it last, so that will have dulled the memories I expect. The thing is, I work really hard and fill up the boxes and then I look around and I don't seem to have made any impression at all. I'm slowly peeling back the layers from Christina's old room and unearthing stuff that we'd bought for the original house and that I've forgotten about. Fortunately pretty much everything will work in the new house, so, other than all the curtains we bought, there's nothing major to return to the shops. Going to call it a day for now. In the morning we need to do a delivery to Centurion, then pop into town and make sure we take the Post Redirection stuff into the PO. After that, Charles can give me a hand with packing. He'll love that.