The Furlong house is being tidied bottom up. Oh what an awful job. Making decisions about whether to throw away a tiny screw, or a half finished roll of sticky tape from 20 years ago, is exhausting.
I have discovered old gifts, brand new, that Mr Furlong and I will never use which seems ungrateful to the givers and the filing hasn’t been done since 2011. Shame on me!
Today, I just sorted things.
But one discovery delighted me!
When I smoked, I carried with me my own little ashtray. I found it today. When Mr Furlong opened it, inside was a stub! How fun. I haven’t smoked since 2011.