Today I packed two boxes. For those of you who don't know...we are moving again. Back to Dubbo. Hopefully this time to stay. Anyway, as I was packing up a box of trinkets, I looked at the small porcelain doll in my hand. I hadn't really 'seen' her sitting on my shelf all these years, but for some reason I remember packing her all the times we've moved. Which is a lot. I tried to recollect how many times I had packed her up in paper and in a cardboard box, but I couldn't remember. She could probably tell me.