A moving experience

They say that one of the most stressful things you can do is to move house.  I think more stressful is to arrange for someone else to move house - in my case moving my mother out of the family home into sheltered accommodation.  In a way the least of our problems has been the practical aspect of downsizing from a 5 bedroom house to a 1 bedroom flat - the hard part has been all the emotional "baggage" that is associated with every single belonging in that house.  My mother has veered from poring over photos and documents in great detail to flinging stuff aside saying it all has to go. 

We are fast approaching D day - or should I say M day - Friday.  Today seemed to involve emptying the loft into my car and then into my loft!  I'm a sucker for sentimentality - any hint that something was a one time treasured possession of either of my parents and I sneak it home.   The old eiderdown that was on my parents bed when I was a child - well I am just washing it and then it will move on.  The photos of my parents as young newly weds - I'll pop them in a drawer for now but will sort them out soon honest....

I'm knitting my son Tom a fair isle jumper.  It was at his request and although he is very enthusiastic about it - I have a sinking feeling that this jumper isn't ever going to be worn.  Not because he won't like it (he's not got a choice about that!) - but because it will take me so long to knit it'll be out of fashion by the time I finish.

Flat packed furniture should be banned!

Hubby and I have just spent a sunny Sunday having a fight to near death, wrestling with various sizes of veneered MDF board to construct a set of drawers for our bedroom.  You might ask why we chose a sunny Sunday to do this but we actually bought the stuff about 6 weeks ago and have been working up the strength ever since to tackle the task.  It's some years since our Ikea flat pack days and to be honest I'd forgotten the horror that was awaiting us.
We started off enthusiastically but it wasn't long before I had to shut the windows to save the neighbours from the raised voices and choice vocabulary that we sank to.  Eventually after 3 and a half hours (yes honestly) we could sit back and view our handy work.  A very pleasing result - if you don't think too much about the rather alarming number of nuts and bolts left over!!!