Fewer boxes

Today was less about putting things in boxes, more about the rest of the items that are surplus to requirements when the last resident leaves a family home.

At Mums again. In 48 hours her house will belong to someone else.

This is the greenhouse, staying behind. It was Mums equivalent to a man-shed.

General notes from today...

That's a LOT of wood!
Mum's coping very well.
The dining room looks massive now the huge table has gone.
We had uncountable good times around that table.
This is all quite surreal.
Brother Ben is a hero.
Pickup trucks are fun to drive.
I miss Dad.
Giving away wood feels good.
Free free-range eggs make me smile.

(And a tanker of caustic soda crashing on the M60 is not a good thing.)