Ne're a mist

We've been back eighteen months now and, only because I dragged her kicking and screaming, we went to look at the two containers of furniture that we couldn't get into the house and that were still in store nearby. We opened both containers and sorted the contents into two piles one to keep and one to dispose of (to the Salvation Army).
This, I thought, was going to be the hardest bit. Jan hates getting rid of anything. But, it went well. It only took us half an hour and there was ne'er a mist in the ladies eye.
Well done that lady.