The beginning of the end
We moved house on the weekend. It was horrible. I think I have decided to become a hermit in the mountains somewhere to escape ever having to move the pile of shit we seem to have accumulated. so. much. shit. I was too slack to sell all the furniture we won't be taking to the UK before we moved so it's now in storage and I'll have to sell it and then get it out of storage (not going to be easy) when I manage to find someone silly enough to pay me money for it. The mother-in-law's garage looks like a bomb went off in there, only the bomb happened to go off when someone else had moved all their stuff in for some reason, so it's not even like it's her stuff strewn around the place! bummer.
Sam and Frodo are liking the stairs. and the carpet. they don't like the new shower arrangement. Frodo nearly had a heart attack when he realised that that shit was WATER splashing on me. how was I going to get out ALIVE?! 'somebody help her, she's getting wet!' yowl. MROWl. SCRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEECH. They could hear it upstairs! boy has a set of lungs on him, let me tell you!
Anyway, they're inside at the moment, there is some mild paranoia floating around that they're going to destroy everything. can't imagine why that might be! ;)
The moving bit was hugely traumatic, the weather was stunning on Friday and on Sunday, but of course on Saturday morning when we were moving all our furniture etc it pissed down. we're talking torrential downpour originally, but it calmed down to a drizzle by the end of it. I am never ever going to move my own shit ever again. I'm sure it will be worth whatever it would cost to have someone pack it and move it. Although I wonder if you can get them to unpack again at the other end?!
I am covered in scratches and bruises, I got about 3 hours sleep on Saturday night, thanks to the getting the house clean thing and then the cats waking me up to tell me that some bastard had taken their house away and left this crazy shit in its place. Then we had to go back to the old place and take yet more stuff to the Women's centre (now I know why they say not to leave stuff on evenings and weekends - all the boy's shoes that we had left there had been stolen already. good luck to them if they fit a size US14 they can probably keep them!) and get the other car started so we could get it out of their driveway. we're going to have trouble giving it away!
SO this week is going to be filled with the fun of sorting out the crap in the garage, cleaning up after the cats. making sure they don't scratch the furniture and get turned into cushion covers as a result.
Only two more weeks of work...
Sam and Frodo are liking the stairs. and the carpet. they don't like the new shower arrangement. Frodo nearly had a heart attack when he realised that that shit was WATER splashing on me. how was I going to get out ALIVE?! 'somebody help her, she's getting wet!' yowl. MROWl. SCRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEECH. They could hear it upstairs! boy has a set of lungs on him, let me tell you!
Anyway, they're inside at the moment, there is some mild paranoia floating around that they're going to destroy everything. can't imagine why that might be! ;)
The moving bit was hugely traumatic, the weather was stunning on Friday and on Sunday, but of course on Saturday morning when we were moving all our furniture etc it pissed down. we're talking torrential downpour originally, but it calmed down to a drizzle by the end of it. I am never ever going to move my own shit ever again. I'm sure it will be worth whatever it would cost to have someone pack it and move it. Although I wonder if you can get them to unpack again at the other end?!
I am covered in scratches and bruises, I got about 3 hours sleep on Saturday night, thanks to the getting the house clean thing and then the cats waking me up to tell me that some bastard had taken their house away and left this crazy shit in its place. Then we had to go back to the old place and take yet more stuff to the Women's centre (now I know why they say not to leave stuff on evenings and weekends - all the boy's shoes that we had left there had been stolen already. good luck to them if they fit a size US14 they can probably keep them!) and get the other car started so we could get it out of their driveway. we're going to have trouble giving it away!
SO this week is going to be filled with the fun of sorting out the crap in the garage, cleaning up after the cats. making sure they don't scratch the furniture and get turned into cushion covers as a result.
Only two more weeks of work...
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