7:30 am. It’s raining this morning. Out in the garden, half-covered by a tarpaulin and half not, is our sofa, cut up into pieces of foam, wood, and now soggy fabric.
We had help. In fact it’s been impossible to get this far without it. Even our neighbour is pulling out all the stops for us today, to get that last bit of admin over the line. Thankfully!
Today is going to be full on, we reckon. There’s still lots to do including tip runs, lockup stacking, clothes packing, final bits and pieces to make sure we’re out of here on time. And all in the rain perhaps, although I hope it stops pretty soon.
I’m less stressed today. I think a few conversations yesterday helped me see a way through, and we’re a lot closer to the end with the packing and storing. They say (and honestly everyone said this to me yesterday) that moving house is one of the most stressful things you can do. Dan from HR even went as far as to say that the conveyancing system is ‘bonkers’ which I thought was funny. He’s not wrong though. When I asked why, he just said ‘because solicitors’ - and left it at that.
I’ve got a list to get on with. Sammy’s still asleep and I know that when she wakes up in a minute or two, it will be time for me to stop listening to the rain and activate To Do List Item 1 which I think is to forage for breakfast. After that, the To Do List gets long and complicated and I won’t bore you with it. I don’t know how today will go.
The first alarm peels like electric bells through the grey morning. Holiday rain drips and pours outside. She turns and stirs, one snooze-button-period away from action. I’d better get moving.
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