Stuff

House stuff = tidying up the garage, putting things on Marketplace, retrieving random large furniture articles from Chris's, finding a place for them in the house. It's all about possessions. Like it or hate it, we need stuff but I've got way more than I need. And I got rid of a lot when I packed up. During the acts of packing and unpacking, I've handled everything, made decisions about whether to keep or throw away everything, and where to put all the stuff I'm keeping. My brain is working overtime. Stuff is beginning to do my head in. A responsibility and a liability. Full stop.

We go to Taylor's to cool off then share a pavlova with Chris and Biff. They've been busy doing normal things. The pav is my first in the new oven- soft, spicy from the pickled onion vinegar I added, melts in the mouth.