'Can you make it a little faster? They will be here anytime.' My husband was running around the household fuzzily. He was moving the damaged cardboard boxes outside to dump them and create more space for storage. Our humble double-bedroom house is a chicken coop filled with love that is otherwise clumsy and disorganised. Papers and notebooks occupying the desk, books falling out of space from the shelf, clothes dumped on chairs and sofa and strands of my hair dancing around the floor