Stuff

Not ours, thankfully.  For the past couple of years we've been storing boxes and boxes and boxes of 'stuff' belonging to Roland's brother and his wife.  Our house is tiny so it was actually amazing that we could actually do this.  There were boxes on top of wardrobes, in the bottom of wardrobes, behind chairs, draped under cloth so they could impersonate a low table, down the sides of pieces of furniture.  You name it, space was occupied by 'stuff' that wasn't ours.

It's being collected this morning so that's why it's all piled up in our front room.  The house feels much more light and airy already.  And will feel even more so when this lot leaves the premises.