Lots and Lots of Boxes!

For those of you wondering what's been up with my uncharacteristically long break from tweeting and blogging (still don't like that word much), I've spent the better part of a week helping my old man organise this giant mess of boxes we call a self storage room and an apartment we only moved into back in 2007.

We've been making a lot of tough decisions and getting rid of stuff we don't need. It's a cliche but accurate observation that for far too long possessions have owned us, instead of the other way around.

Still got all my late mum's stuff to go through too. I thought I was strong enough to, but apparently I'm not. Fortunately my sister is a dynamo.