Nic and I are late to pick up Rob from the airport. We tell white lies. It's a leisurely trip home with a lunchtime gin tasting and a visit to Stephen, Olivia of Ollie's Oil fame, and their boys. We pick up cherries and catch up over a cuppa. Family bonds made stronger by visits I've made over the years. At home we go through cupboards so we can maximise the garage sale. It's deconstruction of our lives through our family house which isn't the one we grew up in. Articles long abandoned to drawers and cupboards fine their way to the surface and the opportunity of a new life. Nic would have taken more to the tip but I know there's someone out there for everything. I love the wear and tear of old age. The look and feel conferred by use. Other peoples' energy. And they just don't make things how they used to. In my parents' time it was built to outlast. So we ready ourselves for the garage sale tomorrow morning. Each in our own way. Even though we are sisters, we are sooo different.
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