We bid a sad and tearful goodbye to Wycombe. It’s our last full day here.
Six very focused removal people descended on us today with a pantechnic and took away all the good stuff (storage). We are left with the bits-and-bobs we are taking to Swindon, a shedload of cardboard boxes and a lot of debris and cobwebs.
I had great plans to revisit Le Manoir and the Red Lion in Kingshill, but we found ourselves having an (un) happy meal in MacDonald’s, then wandering around the Chiltern Centre looking at the water-damaged empty units instead.
Last night we had a lovely meal with Jacqui and John B. Jensen had his first ever sleep-over (though I am not sure how much “sleep” figured in it). Scrumptious duck and roast potatoes cooked in goose fat.
This morning L tried to stop J leaving, suggesting they could jettison us boring old parents and drive off somewhere. So young for a Thelma and Louise moment!
All feeling very tired and tearful. Ian and J have gone to the dump (again) and I am sitting here typing this, wondering why oh why are we moving?