We have found a place to live, in what is possibly the smallest house I have ever seen. I suspect the whole thing might well fit into our current reception room, but it has character to burn and makes me feel “at home” when I’m in it–good signs, both.
Moving day will arrive quickly, and we have some decisions to make. Our current flat has room for all our books, but the mouse house will not. Some will need to go into storage. I’m an incorrigible browser, so this naturally makes me unhappy. Nothing for it but to start boxing.
