Sunday, 7 October 2018

Queen of Swords | House Moving Tale of Woe

So, Thursday rolled around - the date that we'd all been dreading - the day that my mother was moving to an apartment in an 'independent living' complex.

Why the dread? The flat is lovely and I expect her to be much happier living there with lots of people around her and lots of emergency cords in case she has a fall. BUT she has lived in a 3-bed semi for 56 years and it is pretty full of 56 years of tat.

By Saturday evening she was a weeping rag of a woman, sitting in her little armchair unable to process any more requests from my SIL or myself about what was to stay and what was to go.

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