Now It's Watch Is Ended . . .

. . . well almost.  I am a Game Of Thrones fan and when someone in the Night's Watch dies they say and now his watch is ended.  The lovely daughters house at No 34 has given her shelter and security for 17 years.  Now she is embarking on a new life chapter in another city.  
The moving team were friendly and impressively strong.  They had cleared the boxes and the furniture in thirty minutes.  We still have the large couch in the lounge to sit on because it is too big for the new apartment and will stay here for the tenant who is coming in next week.  It is takeaways for tonight's dinner because I am about to clean the oven.  Oh joy.