Monday: our removal guys are doing the packing for us. On Thursday.
This seemed like the best option. Lessen the stress. Ease the move process. So we thought. I honestly don't think that's the case. So far this week (from Saturday onwards) Stu has been removing fixtures and fittings (not included in purchase), filling in holes and touching up the paintwork. He's also managed to put the contents of the spare bedroom and the loft into Joe's (now vacated) room. I have been wandering around aimlessly with a duster, windolene, kitchen roll and a bowl of flash waiting for my moment. If my moment takes too long...I go have a lie down. I am really finding the chaos unbearable. I have an overwhelming urge to go buy a load of boxes and just pack the damned house up. We could have it done by Thursday - apart from two mugs, the kettle, toothbrushes, shower gel, towels, the bedding and clean clothes for Friday. Having Joe gone has knocked me for six. I keep trying to kid myself that he is on holiday. And stop listening out for his cough...or the sound of him dropping something on his bedroom floor. Or waiting for his 'what's for tea' text. Or the 'can I have a lift' one. Or any text. I missed Jess when she moved out. But she was ready to go. Joe wasn't. (Just thought that the stress is making me feel faint...then realised I'm wearing a woolly jumper and it's 26 degrees in the office). But I have felt dreadfully down. And anxious. Anyway...today is Monday and we move on Friday. So today was the perfect time for the washing machine to break. Like totally fucked. And the road surfacing. The council said they would work with us. They started today...at the other end of the road. And will be outside our house on..wait for it..THURSDAY and FRIDAY. I'm seriously expecting the removal van to break down on the way to Wales. Or the lorry to get stuck trying to turn in to our road. Or our buyers to pull out right at the last damned minute (can they do that now that we have exchanged?). My to-do list for tomorrow consists of:
I'll be lucky if I get halfway down that list. Once we get past 'buying' I am highly likely to fall asleep. And now for something completely different: Today's news....WTF?
What the heck is going on. We have enough to worry about with melting ice and plastic whales and dickheads killing wild animals for fun without inventing Killer Ubers. We do not need cars that drive themselves. Seriously. Stop it. And since when did a whack on the arm with a lego brick become a shot in the back of the head? And I'm telling you...the BBC might not have 'photoshopped' that Corbyn photo...but they did distort the proportions. So whilst it feels good to get that all off my chest...I still feel like crap. And I'm still taking a break from FB (two people noticed so far anyway). Today's photo...nothing much to share today. Other than George who spent the day 'helping'.
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Gill Broughton
3/21/2018 11:43:45 am
Hi Debbie good luck with your move l hope you will be happy at your new home in Wales you never know we might turn up at yours when we're over that way
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Debbie
3/21/2018 01:01:49 pm
Thanks Gill. Moving is hell. Horrid. But all over soon :) Let me know if you are ever in N Wales (near Corwen) - just give me time to put the kettle on
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