The removal company comes tomorrow to collect our furnishings, glasses and dishes, paintings, clothes and the seemingly infinite number of boxes containing my books. They’ll load fully five articulated lorries and motor to New Bellevue House, which mercifully, is not too far distant. Leesa and I have existed in a world of chaos for, lo, these many months. This brings us, effortlessly, to not one beautiful word, but two. Your Sunday etymological thrill ride starts now.
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