It was all hands to the pump as we moved out of house number 1 and into house number 2, 500 yards round the corner.
Man and I started with yet another run to the dump first thing and finished the day with yet another run to the dump! Seriously, where do we get so much rubbish from?
Over the last few weeks I have taken four full car loads to the dump, nine big bin bags of clothes have gone to the clothing bank, three bin bags of books to the book bank as well as about ten bags of stuff to the charity shops.
So how did we have any stuff left to move? Bizarrely we had plenty of stuff to move! Man and I spent the day packing boxes and shifting them. Gorgeous daughters one and two and both their boyfriends were absolutely amazing. They commandeered a van and moved ALL the furniture. They even put my bed back together for me in my room.
My mum cleaned and my dad mowed the lawn and shifted boxes.
It took us all day and we were all exhausted at the end of it. But we’re in – YAY.
I bought everyone a big Indian takeaway and the Virgin man came and connected our tv and internet, woo hoo we have immediate broadband. It’s still chaos but it’s not as bad as I thought it was going to be.
The only issue has been the cats. To start with they hid in anything they could find. As the furniture and number of boxes reduced, they got more skittish. When we finally took them to the new house, they hid underneath the pillows on GD1’s bed.
This morning, when I got up, I was making coffee in the kitchen (which, incidentally is absolutely beautiful, when I heard some scraping and Marvin appeared, covered in cobwebs, from his hiding place under the cooker :)
I hope they get used to it soon.