Regulars to the sorella-hood will know that I recently moved house (- and survived, although this mid-move pic may lead you to believe otherwise):
Moving house provides the opportunity for discovery:
- That earring you lost 2 years ago
- The spare car key (you blamed your husband for losing) in the pocket of the shorts you wore all summer
- The receipts you desperately needed for last years tax return
And then there are the discoveries of other things. Things that you had no idea were residing in your house in the first place.
Here’s an example:
- Three quarters of a pack of boys nappies
There’s nothing extraordinary about these nappies. They are just your regular run of the mill disposable nappies.
The extraordinary part is that I don’t know where they have come from.
I don’t have children of my own, and I don’t recall buying them in some sort of comatose supermarket shop at midnight. So I’m dumbfounded. I just don’t know how they got into my house, or with whom. Continue reading