Today... I'm going to 'label' boxes.
Different colours for different rooms... so the movers know where things go.
This floor plan will be at the front door of the new house so the guys can see where to put things.
Hopefully things go like clockwork!
I talked to the Estate Agent in Cambridge last night. We have arranged to meet at the new house on Sunday the 5th of June, to do the final inspection, and to talk to the present owners about the alarm system, and any other idiosyncrasies of the house, rubbish days etc.
There are several fruit trees on the property, and I want to know what they are. I know three of them are fig trees. That's 3 fig trees too many! Though, we might keep one cos it looks nice where it is. Time will tell if it goes or not.
I mean, who likes figs? I don't even know if I like them! What can ya do with figs???
ABOVE: Tallulah has a new chew toy...
ABOVE: this was her last one. It WAS a set of three keys... but both dogs chewed it up and now? No keys! Just little bits of chewed up plastic.
Right, off I go to do stuff... it should be a cruisy day really.
I got something wrong yesterday... The number of sleeps to go till we are living in our new home!
ABOVE: we have one day less than I thought. Yaaaa. It's not going to be long now.
I've done heaps this morning. Washing. Boxes made. Packed a few more things. Now it's time to relax for a little while.
For no apparent reason, I'm feeling incredibly crabby this afternoon. The kids are getting on my wick BIG TIME.
Maybe I'm just tired? But for sure, I'm just in a bad mood.
I look around and all I see is work I have to do. Feeling a bit like... why do I have to do all this shit?
Clearly. I know why. But still. CRABBY.
Let's just get crabbier. I rolled my right ankle a couple of days ago on the driveway, and took a nasty fall.
And just now I did it again, same ankle, and fell against the garage door. Big graze on my right lower arm.. blood... tears.
I think I will stop working now and just relax! Clearly I'm tired.