Journey into space

Twenty-three years of living here disappearing into boxes. Not to mention a few trips to the dump.

All to a background noise of “will we/won’t we?” complete in time (spoiler alert: we will).

At the end of the day I’m heartily sick of the sound of parcel tape.

Also the end of the day, George and I go to see Superman, which we enjoy. Fine nonsense with a bit of an existentialist message.