Yesterday, our old wheelbarrow was driven away to the tip. We brought it with us from our old house, 50 years ago come September. It was rusty, had holes in the metalwork, had a very wonky wheel, and was no longer used, so I asked DH to take it to the tip. So why do I now feel miserable. It had been a good workman in it's day, and was worked hard. Silly I know, but after such a long time there is now a wheelbarrow shaped hole in the garden. ?
Unbearable grief compounded by our adult children’s reactions



I made sure that DH found the keys for it so you never know but someone may well be glad to make use of it. DH said he would really miss Rufus the roof box!
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