Phew. Simon has finally moved into his flat in London, allowing me to flat pack and unpack while he went off to lectures and so forth. I saw his room in Leamington - and after the cheeky, "Just throw it all over the desk; that's where it used to live," there was no way this house was going the same way. It does mean that I've put together more IKEA furniture in the last seven days that I'd want to do in the next seven years, but the king size bed does mean I can sprawl without kicking Simon out of bed every night.
Of course a week in London (and undoubtedly many weekends to follow) enabled us to do what we do best: go sight-seeing and take photographs. And with largely blue skies all week, that's what we did.
Moving home by Rupert Elder
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