Anyway with the storm coming through and taking out our electricity for a few days I was forced to throw out the contents on the freezer and the fridge. I had never realized, or acknowledged that I was holding on to it, we would joke about it sometimes as we were reaching for the gin or the ribs but that was it. Needless to say, I cried, I cried over defrosted, ancient breast milk.
Since that day I have been packing.
|Goodbye Paddington Bear, Scruffy Bear and Charlies' first socks.|
|Goodbye Robot man with floppy legs, Mr Gnome and the bunny ear velvet jacket|
|Goodbye homemade spaceship|
|Goodbye Charlie Bag|