Rolling, rolling, rolling...

Though the streams are swollen, keep them doggies rolling!

After seven years in my flat, I've moved. It took longer than I'd expected, of course, and I walked up and down a grillion stairs. Most of my things are in storage while I look for somewhere else to live. It's sort of nice to feel untied down by stuff, although I don't expect that feeling to last, I'll miss my trinkets! How will I manage without my jars of shells, my tin insects, my bowl of lucky finds and other sundry rubbish that I'm fond of? I suspect the answer is: perfectly well. 

I must stop collecting rubbish! Roll on new pad!

Edit: It appears it should be "dogies" not "doggies". And dictionary.com says a dogie is a "a motherless calf in a cattle herd", and the word comes from from "dough-guts",  because they were fed on flour and water paste - how about that? And how about I stop looking up Rawhide lyrics and do some work...