What a flurry of activity and sheer hard work it’s been, behind those three simple words.
But at last I can sneak a moment to update you all, and also to thank you all for the wonderful cards, and flowers and ‘welcome to your new home’ emails, which came as a complete but most heartwarming surprise. Thank you.
We finally took possession of Crown Cottage, our new house, on Friday 15th April. We finally moved in on Friday 22nd, but don’t imagine for a moment that we slipped gracefully into our new existence.
In spite of all our decluttering we discovered to our dismay that we seem to have more than ever, even the removal men kept saying how much stuff we had. Not enough hard-hearted decluttering joy sparked, obviously.
For the first few days we could hardly move for a mountain of cardboard boxes, all securely strapped up with sticky brown tape and labelled most unhelpfully with things like ‘kitchen misc.’ or ‘bedroom fragile’. Every single thing whether breakable or not is wrapped in acres of rather scratchy tissue paper which quickly makes nasty little cuts on fingers.
It was almost overwhelming. Janet has been an enormous help, and so for this Bank Holiday weekend has darling daughter Ruthie, who has worked serious wonders of unpacking and reorganisation and suddenly we are beginning to see the light.
We have discovered things we haven’t seen for thirty years, although many unopened boxes remain and we are still searching in vain for things we need daily.
But we at last are in our own house, which really does have a lovely feel to it. Moving in spring probably helps, but we both feel that when we have at last unpacked – and shed a whole lot more stuff – our new downsized existence will suit us very happily.
Meanwhile, progress will be halted temporarily, rather inconveniently but totally happily, when we fly to Madrid to see Nick, a treat planned when we fondly expected to have moved by February at the latest.
We’re hoping to return with renewed energy for the next bout. We need it…