I'm off to find my sewing machine.
I remember packing it up & watching it go into the removalist's truck.
I remember the removalists unpacking the truck & bringing it inside.
Now... where is the darned thing!
... I think it may be hiding cos sometimes we don't like each other, sometimes we argue, sometimes 'things' are said ........
So in case I don't return, in case all the packing boxes fall on top of me, please let my Mr know that I was last seen heading into the spare room in search of the Janome!