Wow, can I stop to breathe yet?
1. We have a house. Really, a flat. It is a bit smaller (which is good) and a lot less expensive (which is also good.) We signed the papers on Saturday.
Up until Saturday was packing madness in preparation for the hypothetical move.
2. Saturday morning I RENTED A VEHICLE (Ford Transit Luton) from a van rental company and I had the joy of driving in Britain for the first time. I thought the wrong side of the road would be the worst. Nope. It is the shift on the left side rather than the right. And those round abouts are HARD. To signal properly you have to use the turn signal that tells where you will be going rather than the direction you actually start to turn in. It makes no sense to explain it, and it made no sense in my head while driving, but it does make sense when thought through.
3. Also on Saturday, we moved. 1 friend helped for about an hour. Stephen's mum's partner (SMP) helped. That was it. I have never before moved without having a million friends to help. It was such hard work. The old house is on the 3rd floor, as is the new one. Neither has an elevator. By the end of the day, we were both so exhausted that we couldn't think.
4. I am mean to my feet. Friday at work a mom stepped on my foot with her stiletto heels. So that is bruise 1 on the right foot. Saturday I dropped a table. That is bruise 2 on my right foot. I also kicked a box (bruise 3) and tripped on a stair (bruise 4.) The same table on my foot again (blood blister on top of bruise 2.) My possibly broken toe ached all day from the activity. I caught my right thumb on the railing of the new stairwell 5 or 6 times (yup - bruises) and somehow I managed to develop very nasty bruises on both knees. Poor Stephen has been plagued with leg cramps since, and with good reason: he and SMP did all the heaviest lifting without me.
5. Sunday was a shopping day, and I am now ready for my flight on Thursday morning very early. I will see you all then. I am going to collapse now.
Sunday, 13 July 2008
And Whose Mad Idea Was This?!
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6 comments:
Hi Amy,
Sorry to hear about the foot bruises! Does anyone like the process of moving? I love being somewhere else, but packing, moving, unpacking. Uh...I feel for you! I hope you like your new flat just as much, if not more, than your old one :)
Will you have email in ELP? We can't wait to see you and set up a day/time. We want you all to ourselves!
If I don't talk to you, have a great flight!
I hate moving and have done it way too much in my child and adult life. When we were moving to LC I said to Dan several times, "Do not even SAY move to me for at least 10 years." To his credit, we were in LC for five years before he started with, "I want to move to. . ." Since I was ginormously pregnant at the time, the phrase caused me to become hysterical. Good times. . .
See you soon!!!!!!
I'm looking forward to seeing you!
Can't wait to see you. I hope you get some rest and maybe some steel toed boots...Lots of love
Posted on 14 Jul 2008, 15:26
I'd like to see you try to convince an American cop that he isn't beating you...with a stick...on the legs.
Posted on 15 Jul 2008, 10:15
I can see why you would be tired! That doesn't sound like fun at all. Have fun on your trip!
Posted on 15 Jul 2008, 11:03
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