Moving house is

apparently as stressful as divorce. I have never been in a position where divorce is even possible but the stress of moving house is getting to me. 

This is so even with the wonderful help from my brother, my SIL and my amazing BIL. My BIL may drive me crazy but things are getting done...even most of the timber has disappeared.

Then yesterday we had T...and J... to help as well. S.... had been there for each of the previous four days. Last night she let me know that someone her partner knows will take the two recliner chairs nobody used. They were recovered some years ago and look like new. The same people will take the small round kitchen table and chairs. I will take the dining table with me. It has an extension so collapses to about the same size. All this is good.

I have come across things that are interesting if not important. There is a photograph of Middle Cat in school uniform. She must be about ten I suppose. There is a school report booklet for the Black Cat. I glanced at it and sighed...she was causing problems even then.

I found a photograph of my uncle on his wedding day. Both G...and his M.... are long gone. I found all the photographs taken at the last "C" group reunion - this was Mum's teachers' college group which met each year. They are all gone too.

I think I will be even happier when the sorting is complete. I won't come across more unexpected reminders of the past.