I suppose, like the last straw, the last remnants of packing to move house are the worst. Wednesday is an afternoon when a friend S often takes Tess for a long walk. I dare not mention the name all morning because Tess goes mad in anticipation. As she has done often over the past few weeks, S arrived just before two o'clock and took Tess on what she hoped would be a new route she has carefully marked out on her map.
I decided I would start at the far bedroom and make sure that everything in each room was intended to go to my new home. All items I don't need will be put into the office and the door closed; that way nothing will go by mistake.
I worked my way through two bedrooms, a boxroom, a sitting room and a living room. Now we are down to the hall where my computer lives (plus a plethora of things under the stairs!) and the large kitchen. It all looks much more manageable now and I feel two things - satisfied with my afternoon's work and dog-tired.
So it is time to sit down with a cup of tea and read my book for a couple of hours. It is not a particularly good book but it is relaxation and occupies the mind.