This is followed by lots of glassware and crockery which, for the time being, I just stand around on the surfaces.
I find the set of six wine glasses I engraved for Mum many years ago.
When I decide to watch some television, I find that the TV is hiding behind all the boxes and I can't get a glimpse of it from the sofa. I have to heave the TV onto the tall desk. Unfortunately, some of the many cables are a bit short and watching the news is turning into a major exercise. But in the end it's all doable.
I continue to discover various treasures and family heirlooms.
And there is the little coffee set I got many decades ago in Italy. From Italy to Switzerland, then to Sydney and Coonabarabran, the set finally made it unharmed to Tasmania.
Finally, I get the first lovely piece of furniture all loaded up.
Then I find all my cookbooks. Goodness me, I have to rearrange things considerably in the kitchen to accommodate them. They come in four languages in my house. No wonder, there are so many.
Once upon a time, I tried my hand at a little bit of wood carving. Here are two pieces I made for Dad's desk. A pair of matching bookends is still hiding somewhere.
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