140. She's leaving home (2)

'I wonder how you are all going to cope when I'm gone.' 

Miss Organiser is saying to no-one in particular yet to everyone.

I look around and all I can see is chaos. The chaos of her simultaneously moving out of student accommodation and moving back into her parents' home, and of her planning to move straight back out again in the space of a few days, throwing in a few parties and get together while at it because hey, she's got to say goodbye.

'It's a kind of organisation that you're not familiar with.'

That's me told. So all I can do is sit back and contemplate. So I do. While I am doing the contemplating of the out-of-hand situation my husband comes in. I watch him as he slaloms between an odd assortment of cardboard boxes and plastic carrier bags, bits of furniture, plant pots, kitchen utensils ... He picks one of the mugs from a cardboard box on the table and heads to the kitchen to make tea. He waits for the reassuring noise of the boiling kettle before he speaks.

'What's all this?'

Which is a rather stupid question. Really. But he hasn't had his tea yet so I have to be patient. He then edges his way past a huge pile of plastic paraphernalia and knocks it over. Lets out an expletive.

'What's all this?'

I am still in the contemplative stage. He's managed to make two cups of tea so now the two of us just sit and stare. After a while he turns to me and says matter-of-factly.

'Let's get her out of the country ASAP.'

I laugh. But really this sounds like a good thing to do.