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Day three of the move.

Spent the day building furniture, stacking shelves and storing far too much stuff into the loft.
This old suitcase belonged to my Grandpy. He used it when he was in the army and has his number stamped in it still, along with his name and Coldstream Guards wrtitten in perfect handwriting.
He would talk of life during the war, but never much of his service. I often regret never quizzing him more about it, but suppose it was just one of those things he wanted to put behind him.
One thing that was very apparent was the military precision and order that he carried out the rest life by.
A fantastic, calm and charming gentleman.

Here you'll find Day One and Day Two of the move.