Sunday, 16 March 2014


Old friends have recently moved from a large house on its own in open countryside to a smaller property in a village the other side of the watershed. We were invited for lunch there today. Moving house represents one of life's major traumas, but our friends have come through theirs with colours flying, it seems, an example for us - if, that is, we could only agree as to where we wanted to live.

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