I stomped my way back up the stairs, ready to sit down more than anything. Not unpack and help sort boxes. Does this really have to be done now?! Yeah, maybe I am lazy, but it has been a long day. Not only that, but a f*****g crazy one too. Could do with a scotch, never mind a coffee! My head is totally frazzled so I can only imagine how Violet's must be feeling right about now.
I wriggle the door handle open using my elbow and walked into the suite with the boxes. Lowering them to the floor. The bags I had left earlier are now gone from the corridor. I am guessing Violet has already taken them to the guest room and begun to sort them. If she is that quick at sorting, then we may not have too much of an issue with unpacking!
“Honey I am home” I yell, messing around.
I hear her laugh,
