I'm working up a bit of a sweat sorting the van out and taking the bed down. It's relaxing despite the job hunting to be staying in one place. It's dusty in here, everything I move seems to throw up more red road dust, tickling the inside of my nose. It smells familiar as I move our soft furnishings around. I miss it already. All around me are piles of our stuff, the more I tidy away the more seems to appear.
