Yesterday, Tigger decided to take this morning off work and I was very glad she did. It was the day when the removals men were coming to take our boxes and furniture into store but we were not ready by the time we went to bed last night out of sheer weariness.
I awoke at 5 am and couldn’t get back to sleep for worrying. (I’m a great worrier. If only there was money in it…) We had no idea when the removals men were coming and there was a lot to do beforehand. We started in on it at about 7 a.m. and by the time my mobile rang to tell me the removals men were at the door (our doorbell doesn’t work, if you recall) we were feeling reasonably happy with the results of our labours.
The men came in, took stock, picked up boxes and carried them out. The work was done surprisingly quickly. The only problem was Freya who, as I expected, was frightened by a troop of strangers entering the house and disappeared into the morass. I was afraid she would make a bolt for safety at some point and get trodden on. As the hiding places became scarcer, we were able to see her and drag her out. By then the back room had been cleared so I took her in there and spent time with her, calming her down. Then I went back and rejoined the fray…
Suddenly, it was all quiet again. We sat on the tiny settee that had been revealed by the removal of boxes and looked around at the new emptiness. Freya walked about waving her tail and saying “See, I told you not to panic and that it would be all right…” The work is not finished by a long chalk but that was always going to be the case. I am surprised that we managed to do so much. We now have until Monday to go through the remainder, throwing out rubbish (we have a back garden full already) and packing the rest into boxes. If the workmen are happy for us to stack these in the middle of the rooms and work around them, so well and good. Otherwise, we will have to take them down the road to SafeStore, who are currently offering 4 weeks for the price of two.
We went out to treat ourselves to brunch at Pane Vino in Chapel Market, thinking we deserved a little reward for all our hard work. I keep telling myself the worst is over and hope I am right.