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The day I found a postcard from Virginia Woolf

11 June 2022

9:00 AM

11 June 2022

9:00 AM

A dispiriting week. Three months ago, skips arrived, into which were cast the detritus of a decade. Charity shops were donated so much that they began to wave us away. Family welcomed furniture while, oddly, refusing to accept their own toys, clothes and school photographs which had been stored with us ‘temporarily’.

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