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Bar reprinting the missives to give our address correctly, the flat is sold, leaving barely a week to rid it of the stuff the buyer doesn't get or want. The mattress is twenty years old and will go to the tip, but the likewise bed is still sound and shall be charities away or just offered for collection. The oven might work but is going to have to live somewhere in the shed until we can test it. All the soft furnishings and a couple of plants used as dressing were squeezed into my panniers, an Ikea bag and a rucksack and all made it home in one journey.