Inever thought I’d be the kind of guy who’d write a love letter to an inanimate object, but here we are.

Maybe becoming a dad has softened me, maybe I’m deliriously tired — or maybe I’ve just lost the plot.

In a few days, my family and I will be loading up the truck and moving from Sydney to Melbourne .

It really hit me yesterday when we sold our dining table.

I asked our three year old Margot if she’d like to say goodbye to it. She gave the leg of the table a big hug.

I decided to join in, thanking it for all of the yummy meals we enjoyed on that table. Particularly the pancakes.

Yes, I was talking to a table like it was a person.

Then Margot gave it the sweetest kiss and said: “Thanks table, miss you”.

Now, I know that logically, encouraging my three-year-old to talk to a dinin

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