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I might be moving house in June. More on that story later.

Well, it's done.

I have spent two days moving large items of furniture out of Stanton St John and into a van and then out of a van and into the Bakehouse. My muscles are aching and I could hardly cycle to work this morning. But all the main bits of furniture are now out of the house and I've said goodbye to it because it's being sold early next week and I'm going to be in Rome then. There were six of us moving everything - me, Neil, Rachel, Hal, Daddy and his new girlfriend Carole. Who is a tiny bit of boho chic hippy floaty French stuff who can't heave up one end of a wardrobe and manouvere it round a spiral staircase (over the handrail, brace, turn it through 180 degrees, hold it steady, watch out for the stairlift, down slowly, etc,) to save her life. She did try, bless her, but she wasn't much use, and she nearly broke her wrist. And Daddy was in a foul temper of course because it was a bit depressing, and by the end of the day she was not very happy. So that was an added complication. But it's done now and I'm off to Rome on Thursday! I am going to buy a hot pink suitcase today.

Lilly

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Shopping

I went shopping yesterday lunchtime at the fag-end of the January sales. Everything is so cheap! I bought a black top, three quarter length, buttons on the sleeves. And some boots, knee high, brown leather, small heel. And a jacket, brown, tailored, waist-length. And a pair of black leather gloves. And some makeup (face powder). And an ankle length brown cordouroy skirt. And some octopus.

Why, yes, actually. I did have a little haircut.

How kind of you to notice!