Yikes
My widowed mother, aged 80, is in the process of moving from a large farmhouse in Cheshire to a small house in Northamptonshire. She's been giving away, selling and donating stuff for months, and is now in the miserable surrounded-by-boxes state common to the last few days before a move - rendered even more miserable as it has become clear that the purchaser is selling on immediately to a developer, who has already started felling her lovely beech trees. Everything gets collected on Sunday, and she gets the keys to the new place at noon on Monday, when my sister and I, my brother-in-law, my niece and Son One will swoop down and start unpacking and playing Furniture Tetris. Or that was the plan, but brother-in-law is head butler at a stately home and this morning's announcement makes it clear that he will have other duties - and will be extremely upset. All in all, it isn't going to be a happy time.