MOVING …AGAIN

This is really not funny. It is 10.30pm and my house is in complete chaos. The van is coming at 9am tomorrow and I’m supposed to be ready. I am not. Even my teenage son said, “mum, why have you left everything to the last minute…you should have done this weeks ago”. I tried to tell him that it is generally much more fun to leave things to the absolute last minute, so that everything gets packed into the wrong boxes and you never find it again – nothing wrong with on occassion completly over doing the old adrenalin rush. Once again, I have a ridiculous amount to do.

We dropped the cats off at the cattery a couple of hours ago (they looked absolutely terrified), having had to go via the vets to get them their flu jabs (£75.00!!!!! ridiculous, it’s cheaper to vaccinate humans). Apparently my cats are obese. My 7 year old agrees “look at him, he’s got a double chin, it’s gross”.

My 7 year old asked if he could drink wine tonight because we were celebrating. They are all really pleased to be leaving our rented house (more than I thought they would be). They really have been very good about being here, accepting the situation and getting on with it. It hasn’t been easy for them and they are now really looking forward to having their own rooms and feeling a bit more settled.

I am now going to turn into a nomad for the next few weeks. Maybe I will attempt to find an internet cafe in order to add the odd update. I saw that in Japan, people sleep in them, perhaps that is what I should do. I am not yet sure whether I will have access to a computer in the next few weeks, I should have, I will have to either live at the library or the pub…

At least the guys who are coming to help me move tomorrow are good fun. They have now moved me around most of the area, observing me in various states of life…newly married into the first house, pregnant to the second, obsessed with soft furnishings to the third, bitter, sad and angry to the fourth and now slightly confused to be moving into my sixth house in the area.

I have just worked out that since I was married, I have moved 8 times – not bad….

I do hope you’ll all cope without me…back when I can – I was very exited recently to see that I had two new readers in India, exited that was until my father said “remind me of the population of India again?