Last Friday Kent likened our first round of moving from St. Botolph to an anaconda swallowing a small bird. Saturday's round, he said, was more like a chicken and he thought today's would be a goat.
He was wrong.
It's at least an elephant, and may well be a woolly mammoth. So if you take a look at the slide show, you can see a small bit of our current state of affairs.
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When we moved into our present home nine years ago, I said I was going to die here and do it first! Moviing is so hard, even, or perhaps especially, when it's across town.
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