I don't know if I truly believed that the three most stressful situations in life are Death, Divorce and Moving House, but having moved house last week, after 16 years in our family home, I have now revised my opinion. How on earth do four people collect so much 'stuff''??
Funny thing is, we thought we were really organised, sorting through wardrobes and drawers and sending things to the charity shops or the rubbish tip weeks in advance of our move date. I even sorted through the filing cabinet shredding obselete paperwork for hours on end… a difficult task with a shredder that overheated every 100 sheets or so!
We had boxes piled up everywhere, but when the removal lorry pulled up outside our house on 26th October it suddenly dawned on me what a mammoth upheaval moving house really is. All the last minute things like crockery and pans took an age to wrap and box even with three of us doing it (Chris was busy dismantling Daniel's bed and unplugging the computer and associated machines).
The removal firm were very efficient but couldn't get all our furniture onto the size of lorry that had been sent to move us, so we set off to the new house with a quarter of our belongings still at the old house. We had only had three hours sleep the night before and by the time the lorry was unloaded it was starting to get dark, so it was decided that the rest would have to be collected before midday the next day.
We went back to our old house to give it a thorough clean and to fetch our cat Poppy. She had been kept in the attic room all day to minimise trauma as she's very timid. We got back to the new house at about 8pm and after a takeaway dinner (the humans not Poppy, who wouldn't or couldn't eat a thing), collapsed into bed.
Another early start meant the move was completed by midday but then came the mighty task of unpacking and finding 'a home' for everything. Needless to say, over a week later we still have some boxes that have not been attacked yet and some things that have gone straight into the garage for storage.
The good news is that Poppy has finally calmed down and started eating again and that after nine days I have the internet back. It's amazing how even a technophobe like me was starting to feel very isolated without access to my email, and I herewith apologise to those of you who have been blogging and not receiving replies – I tried to get as many done at QVC as time allowed.
Speaking of time, whatever you do don't miss out on the Gossip watch Today's Special Value today… in fact by the time you read this, I hope there will still be some available as it's an absolute cracker. And if you are a Decleor or Emu fan you have a great weekend ahead of you.