We moved in November.
I unpacked The Last Box yesterday.
And it contained exactly what The Last Box always contains: clothes that don’t fit, an irretrievably stained jumper, that outfit I had been looking for everywhere, useless hair ties (I got a short cut a few weeks ago), musty winter pyjamas (now freshly laundered!), work clothes I haven’t needed for years, a rather nice shawl I’d forgotten I owned, and a single glove.
Those of you who have moved recently will know about The Last Box. Odds are, you haven’t even unpacked it yet. What do you think is in there? What do you hope is in there?