At last we have exchanged contracts on our house. In a fortnight we shall downsize. During the very long drag while we waited for our vendors to find a house they liked, we had several turn-outs. But they were half-hearted - there is much you cannot do until the last minute.
Due to our on-off relationship with moving, I had even started a sewing project. During a previous turn-out, I had discovered two pieces of Indonesian fabric brought back as souvenirs by different family members in different eras, but sharing a certain moss green colour. I had begun to form them into a lined kimono jacket for Perran.
But now we really are about to move house and a new resolve has gripped me. I spent today turfing out books, DVDs, even a plastic flamingo.
When I entered the bedroom where I had been making the jacket. I picked up a plastic bag and began rapidly to fold the pattern pieces back into it.
“This is no time to make a kimono!” I announced.
“You know,” said Nigel, "I think that could become a family saying."