18th January 2025
When we bought the Mill, we knew we were acquiring its furniture too. A big bonus, as it meant we could kick the shipping can down the road. Just as well, given its complexity and expense. We quickly discovered that much of what is here is in poor condition – no complaints, and luckily our bed is just about the best thing we have. It was our restful haven in those tricky early days and is still something we’re grateful for every night.
Now – when you sell a property, even if you throw IN furniture, you throw OUT all the junk, right? That legal obligation is the same on both sides of the Atlantic. Unfortunately our seller didn’t comply. Nor has she yet complied with the obligation to clear the bush to our well, but that’s another story.
We’ve touched on the mountain of junk before. Avid readers may remember ‘Chuck out the Chintz’ from 9 October. Well, the piles outside the kitchen door and on the cottage patio kept growing. Even Brian asked me last week what was going on. I was relieved it hadn’t been mentioned on the Nation newspaper’s social media channels. Well, like Gandalf and Eomer leading the charge of the Rohirrim at Helm’s Deep, the cavalry finally arrived in the shape of the VIPs. Never workshy, these noble warriors laid waste to the Orcs in our midst and in no time we had gone from this:
to this!
(aesthetic skip courtesy of our new best mate Trevor).
Collection day is tomorrow. Be gone, you filth of Mordor!
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