Damn

Almost certainly my fault. I tried to arrange to get it fixed. And the broken sewing machine. So I guess it wasn't that surprising that the car I'd hired to drive my mum back to London tonight turned out to have a rear light not working. Which I didn't suspect until I was on the motorway and didn't know for sure until I'd finished the journey.

I packed a few boxes to take to hers for storage, since the shed idea is now Plan X. At least we had a meal en famille before I set off and everyone helped load the car.

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