So we may be moving house.
Mebbes.
But more on that later.
The thought of moving brings thoughts of packing. The thought of packing brings thoughts of hot sweats and rashes.
I hate moving. Strike that. I despise moving.
But anyhoo. I got to thinking the other day about non-negotiables as far as a house was concerned. You see, we may need to move to a house that's rented. One where we can't paint the walls or mess around with wallpaper. Or we could, I suppose, but there would be little point.
So what could I do to make it my house? What would I absolutely have to have?
I think the answer is shelves. Shelves, man. They're a massive deal in wor hoose.
More practising with the camera....more faffing about with the iPad!
Beer mats as a Save The Date? Good, eh?
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