The mother, father and many generations of grandparents of boxes arrives in the fire exit corridor. I am utterly gobsmacked.
"Wotizzit?" I ask.
"Catty Library's fridge freezer," replies Maisie.
We've got Catty Library back and it's being shelved and snagged even as we spoke so there's no very good reason why it couldn't have been delivered directly. There's absolutely no need for me to ask why it's come here, like everything else has to.