Well, here we are at last....our new abode, and doubtless in time it will become our new home, and we shall become accustomed to living here. For a period!
But my goodness me, the last week has been a whirl of activity, you'd never guess just how busy we've been?
I have a great many interests and hobbies and, being me, I've always found it expedient to keep l my various activities neatly separated into all manner of bags and carriers. Then last year I'd bought myself a huge wicker basket, the size of an old-fashioned travelling trunk, into which I'd crammed as many of my carrier bags as could possibly be squeezed in. Thus when it came to begin moving, I was just able to empty this lovely container and bring everything over to our new property, in my lovely little Mazda.
Of course, this meant doing a very great many journeys to and fro all day on Monday and Tuesday, and then again on Thursday and Friday. Alas, not so on Wednesday. His car had become troubled by an odd clunking noise on Monday, and clearly sensing something was terribly wrong, the dear SO drove over to his garage, where they proceeded to discover what had occurred to produce this very odd sound.
By sometime on Tuesday, the fault had been ascertained and they fixed a time, on Wednesday, to put it right again, as soon as possible. And finally it was OK and drivable again...late on Wednesday afternoon!!
So there I was, trapped and without a car. However, apart from the packing to do, I still had to keep an eye on a recent on-line purchase, which had gone a little awry; and trying to organise change of address letters for my utility companies, etc. and my friends, so it was very good to be at home. And I wasn't a bit upset about my not being able to get out driving, and the dogs loved the extra attention and walk in the afternoon.
I was actually beginning to think we should get everything together and be able to move during this week but then suddenly realised I would not be around on Wednesday and Thursday, for I'm going up to London on a walking tour of the City of London's Livery Companies, which I am very much looking forward to. The walk has been organised by English Heritage and we're all meeting up at Saint Paul's Underground Station on Wednesday morning, and I'm sure it's going to be a most fascinating jaunt.
Then, I'm off to the Guildhall Library to look up my maternal grandfather and great grandfather in the archives of the Cordwainers' Livery Company, for I believe their names may be recorded there as they were both boot makers. The archive material is recorded onto microfilm, which I've never viewed before, so its all terribly exciting actually doing something very new and positive for my family history.
I shall probably have a little saunter about St. Paul's before dashing off to meet my daughter and going to collect my two darling grandsons from their nursery school. I've not seen them for a few weeks and I'm expecting to find them quite grown since then. They do grow up so quickly!
So with all this in mind, I simply had to put my skates on and get everything packed up and ready to go on Sunday, thus missing going to church for Remembrance Day, which was very disappointing. I did manage to watch part of the ceremony at the Cenotaph in Whitehall, on television, which was most moving and very solemn, and which always makes me cry. I had bought poppies for all of us to wear, which we duly did.
Then somehow we loaded all our parcels, packages, suitcases, boxes, books and carriers into the dear SO's car and away he drove to our new property. I still had the dogs to walk and to put in some heather and cyclamen plants, plus springtime bulbs, into my pots and tubs, currently nestling in a friends's garden. By the time I reached our new home, it was dark, very cold, and a bit damp. As you might imagine, I was awfully pleased to get inside and sit down with a mug of hot tea.
And here we are, in a muddle of empty and still full boxes, and very little furniture as yet, for it's still all in store, so for the moment we're sitting on camp-side chairs and eating off paper plates.
Happy days, hey! I did manage to get to my book club meeting tonight to watch the DVD of our latest read - Love in a Cold Climate by Nancy Mitford - which was highly enjoyable and very amusing. Can't wait to read Don't Tell Alfred.
Cheerio,
Daisy
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