We’ve been packing and sorting like a couple of dervishes … deconstructed our tin shed, in an afternoon! … the one it took us an entire bloody summer to build. There were extenuating circumstances, but still.

Going – In spite of being in total darkness and under a layer of industrial rubber, the bamboo, still managed to get this far – my kinda bamboo!

Going-er – The amount of spider’s nests we had to clean off the walls, even this early in the season, was … well, quite terrifying really

Gone – As though it was never there, except for the disgruntled spiders and flat bamboo stems, of course

Nuts and bolts – I think we even managed to find all the ones we dropped on the gravel as we worked

We’ve reduced our kitchen possessions to only the things that will go in the RV with us, rather than our usual abundant pots-n-pans-n-dishes-n-spoons, etc. It’s a learning curve.

All the packing debris on the floors was getting a little ridiculous so I, in a fit of insanity, vacuumed it all up.

Then, because we had two consecutive days without rain, and the front lawn … segue – Mrs Widds and I have come to an agreement. Wherever we end up, there will be no lawn. Patches and paths of grass or some other soft-to-the-toes herb will be welcome, but lawns, and their idle, yet labour-intensive, ways, will be banished from the Queendom! … un-segue-ing … needed to be cut before it grew beyond the capabilities of our trusty little lawnmower, that started right up with nary a cough or splutter after it’s long season stored away with spiders and stray tendrils of bamboo for company.

Yesterday was, in fact, a maintenance day, and necessary because we still have to live here for another twenty-something days.

Today however … today, saw me tucked up in bed with numerous hot water bottles strewn about my person, moaning and groaning with some sort of tummy upset. Tucked up in bed that is, in-between bouts of sitting on the toilet, moaning and groaning just as loudly.

Two consecutive days, equally hard, for very different reasons.

I’m now going back to bed to moan and groan some more, and will spring forth renewed on the morrow. The packing of boxes and sorting of treasures, wait for no woman or an upset tummy.