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[turps]

Done a lot "" of work in the house today, especially the spare bedroom, which is now bedless after I hauled the old broken one out at last. Can I say at this point that getting a bed downstairs on your own is hard work, and it *hurts* when the damn thing jams your hand against the wall. I was ruthless chucking things away, I has to be, the house was filling up with junk. I had to keep repeating 'do I really need this?' and mostly it was no. But man, bagging Corey's old clothes to give away was hard.

I wrote a little after that but I've reached a place in my SeSa story where I'm stuck. I also wish I could decide if I like the style I'm writing in or not.