Cardboard Boxes

[brrm]

The rain fell slow
Down on all the roofs of uncertainty
I thought of you
And the years and all the sadness fell away from me.


Still packing. It may even all fit into the van, though it's nearly full now.
There is a gentle drizzle outside. The house is slowly getting barer, and more echoey, as we work.

Off back to Oxford tomorrow, drop off some stuff, pick up the Rover from being de-lopsided, then go to Cambridge to unload the contents of the van into storage.
And then back to Oxford for me; my dad is flying back to Germany.