So boxes and more boxes. Now I'm getting worried. The table in the conservatory has been pushed back and is piled to the ceiling with boxes. Every space in here is full of the damn things. Fortunately my corner of the white settee is still free and my special cushion is here.
So today is Monday and I don't know how they are going to have the Group because the table is crammed with boxes and all the floor space is covered and the chairs are piled up. It's a nightmare. In fact I've started dreaming about boxes. OH they have begun to arrive. So something is happening today. They are all sitting in the other room and everybody has brought flowers. The Boss is standing in front of everybody making a speech. I peep round the door and see her give something to Lorraine. She's the Boss's best friend. Perhaps it's Lorraine's birthday. They are drinking wine not tea. It must be a birthday.
Now something's happening. The Boss says she can hear a drip. They all go to look and there is water coming from the bathroom through a light fitting and making a puddle on the floor. They all rush around running up and down stairs getting a bucket to catch the water. Well it can't be much can it? One drip. They all leave and things seem to calm down.
The next few days are manic. Plumbers come and go and none of them can find the source of the drip. It is all very worrying. The boxes are still around and everything is focused on the damn drip. Then it happens.
She comes down stairs on the Friday morning (I was already up and having my breakfast) then she lets out a loud screech. The ceiling had fallen in.
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