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We spend most of Christmas Eve dragging furniture into the house. Byron said he’d help but he’s put his back out again, and everyone else is either working or with their families. Luckily our new neighbour, Henry and his son Philip kindly offered to give us a hand with the heavy stuff. Thank God. Don’t know how we would have finished before midnight.
Most of our things are either unpacked in their correct places, or still in boxes, scattered across the living-room floor. Normally Aimee would be on my case to finish up—but not today. We’ve been sat on this tiny couch for nearly an hour, staring at the wall where the TV should be. And normally that would be the first thing that was up and running, but I just can’t find the strength.
I’m starving too. Haven’t eaten since twelve this aft
