I am operating out of chaos at the moment. I hired a white-van-man to move the larger stuff on Saturday. That’s the bed and the sofa. Slight glitches were that the sofas wouldnt go through the doors; (how did those Victorians get their oversized furniture in and out?) so I had to take the back door off its hinges to get through. I also forgot the spare bed mattress which is annoying because that is what I paid man-with-van-to move but also because I had to do it myself the next day in the car which was touch and go.
So Saturday night was my first night in the house. It was like 1980 all over again when we moved into Gadshill Place – a big smelly old tomb with bare floorboards and all the belongings piled into one or two rooms. The house stinks, mainly of the wood preservation treatment I had done and shoes have to be worn because of the bare boards, nails and old carpet gripper which are all there to snag an unsuspecting and delicate toe.
Last last thing was to collect the bike from the Flat and bring it round which I did yesterday. I – gasp – caught the bus! Never done that in Bedford. But Yamaha was in a sulk due to being neglected in favour of the car for the past 4 weeks and wouldn’t start. I spent nearly half an hour pushing it up and down the car park – in the rain – before it would start. (Most of that half hour was spent wheezing like a laboratory beagle at the end of each ‘run’). Anyway, job done, who needs batteries?
I am now just shifting things around to get space to move. I’ve just literally got the pc set up in a spare room, overlooking the garden. The sun nearly came out for a second there.
I forgot how depressing it is moving into a new place. Nothing is in its place, there are no comfort zones or places of familiarity and there is soooooo much to do. It is also hateful having to pad downstairs for the loo but I have quite a clever plan in mind. More on that later.
