With so many last-straw moments to choose from in my house-moving experience, it is a close call to pick the very, very last. But I think the absolute last straw happened like this.
I was sitting in my house surrounded by boxes, pretty much waiting for the removals lorry to turn up.
Disagree with half of it, enjoy reading all of it
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