And so it begins...

There are ten boxes packed by the door.  One was packed four years ago in Guildford, and never emptied.  The other nine are full of mainly books, plus a few videos and DVD's.  The magnetic poetry is off the front door, the shelves have been taken down, and the wall looks awfully bare.  House insurance mess up is sorted, so I'm told, the only thing left to do is get the occupancy permit.  Where the heck is Maplewood city hall?