Four days...

Four days till we move... we’re cramming in the visits, NYE was most of the gang (and another friend popped over before we left), yesterday was mother and father in-law and two friends who live down the road from us, tomorrow, brother-in-law and my mum...

Today we’ve got the day to ourselves. I’m taking down all the pictures down and doing a bit of a paint touch up, I need to clear down the home PC onto a portable hard drive as well because we’re recycling the tower (although taking the screen and keyboard) and getting another laptop. And we need to pack up all the Christmas decorations. We also need to tackle the garden which is in a shocking state...

But really, there’s not that much to do. I have a little flutter of stress now and again, but for someone who loathes moving, I’m doing rather well!

Happy Saturday part two

My soon to be in-laws are moving from a four-storey five-bedroom house to a one-storey three bedroom house. When we walked in I gulped and thought, they're never going to get packed in time!

I hate moving. No scrap that, I loathe moving. We have already decided that when we move down to Cornwall, we're getting someone like Pickfords in who will pack and transport everything to the new location (putting the right boxes in the right room). We know it will cost an arm and a leg but for our mental health and stress levels, it's worth every penny!

We actually got quite a bit done and set them firmly on their way. We turned up with 10 boxes, lemon slices, organic ale and enthusiasm! Oh, and Mr P who was adorable and well behaved. We took a break after an hour or so, went for a walk over the common and then came back for tea and toast and a bit more packing.

Now we're back and I'm making a romantic meal for my beloved :0)

White noise

I'm sat here thinking how much nicer life would be without others people's noise. We have a problem with our neighbours stereo and TV. Don't get me wrong, it's not blaring, well it is quite often actually but we all get a bit giddy, it's just the constant drone of the TV or the thumping of their music. I am so fed up with it. In April there is a national peace and tranquility day. I said to my partner, we shouldn't be at home that day. I want to move. I want to buy a house and move now!

We saw the architect's plans for my partner's parents new house this evening and as happy as I was for them I couldn't help feel a pang of envy. (Quite a large pang!)

I know I'm being impatient but I can't help it. Time to put the earplugs in and try and get some sleep...

Consult this...

Do you remember my railing against over-paid and under-qualified consultants? Well, the report from the one we employed is just in. It contained inaccurate information and the conclusions were breathtakingly obvious. But you can’t really blame the consultant, can you? If someone writes you a cheque for old rope, that’s exactly what they are going to get…

It was my second singing lesson last night, and it was fun. Actually it was frustrating but at the end it was fun and I managed to sing reasonably well. At the moment I’m still at the Eric Morcambe stage; I’m singing all the right notes, just not necessarily in the right order. I had my post-singing McDonalds and it was delish.

When I got home, we had a new cupboard to sort out. My in-laws are moving to the south coast and said we could have a rather fine pine cupboard that had previously been in their front room. It’s a massive thing and they arranged for it to be dropped off for us yesterday giving us much needed storage space in the bedroom. It looks great! We were musing that apart from white goods, a kitchen table and a new bed, we wouldn’t have much new furniture to buy when we move because we have bookcases, cupboards, coffee tables etc., etc. Plus we are asking for JL vouchers for our wedding, so that should help with the cost of things like washing machines and other necessities. That made me very happy. I’m always happy when we talk about moving. I’d just like somewhere where I can’t hear other people’s music and TV noise!

We’re off to the Smallholding and Gardening show in Wales in May. We can’t wait, although for some people the attraction won’t be immediately obvious, lol. We will be camping so I’m hoping it will be warmish. I’ve camped in the pouring rain and in temperatures below freezing and I’ve survived each time with a tale to tell, but I would be lying if I said camping wasn’t infinitely more pleasurable when the weather is warm and dry!

We did our diaries yesterday and things are a bit chocka. Not just the wedding and honeymoon (pre and post wedding!) but now; camping in Wales; weekends away with friends or friends coming to us for the weekend; one training course; rugby at Twickenham x 2; visits to family; lunches and dinners with various loved ones; one concert; one visit to a theme park and we need to paint the kitchen at some point and keep up with the garden…

I keep reminding myself that life is better when it's full :0)