Boxes, Boxes, Boxes

Boxes, Boxes, Boxes

Back in November, the house that has been our home for the past five years was put up for sale. It wasn’t something I was happy about but that was our landlord’s right. After a month of continuous viewings, Husband and I decided that maybe we should prepare ourselves for the worst….I mean a sale. So we and that’s the royal we so I, started to sort through our belongings and began to pack up bits and pieces. I had also decided that we needed a clear out.

Thus began two months of ferrying boxes and bag to the charity shop. Clothes that hadn’t seen the light of day in years. Books that hadn’t been touched in, well, ever! Boxes upon boxes of glasses. Im still not entirely sure why we needed 30 pint glasses or two dozen wine glasses. Off they went! It got to the point that if I was passing within a mile of the charity shop I had something to leave in. I’m pretty sure I could have opened my own!! Read more