Yesterday, they brought us boxes for us to pack away our belongings to be put in store while the refurbishment is being done. They brought ten cardboard boxes and sticky tape to assemble them and stick the lids down when they are full. It is rather like being given a teacup and being asked to bale out the sinking Titanic.
I have always described our flat as tiny – and it is – but have you any idea what a volume of possessions is contained in a “tiny” flat? If you have moved house recently, perhaps you do have some idea.
We are getting rid of a lot of things. To be honest, we have been brought face to face with a ten-year accumulation of clutter that should have been dealt with before. We have to deal with it now and all within two and a half days because they will be back to cart away our possessions to the store on Thursday. It ain’t gonna happen: it’s simply impossible to clear the place in that amount of time.
I have run away to the computer to write this post. It is my equivalent of curling up in a tight ball and closing my eyes. My world has suddenly been turned upside down. I don’t know where anything is or if I do know, my reflexes haven’t adapted yet and I keep reaching for things that aren’t there.
Looking for a plastic bag to dispose of rubbish I suddenly realized that the top cupboard in the kitchen unit is still full. The unit will be ripped out so the cupboard has to be emptied. But its contents are things we use on a daily basis and will need during the refurbishment. I have to find somewhere to keep them, or something to keep them in, so they can be moved around but still be available for use.
One of the items that will have to be moved around but still be available for use (e.g. stroking and cuddling) is Freya. She is already rather anxious at the changes to the flat and I do not know how she will react to the work and the noise. I can’t afford to put her in the cattery for 4-5 weeks. We’ll just have to sweat it out together the best we can.