One Car Load at a Time

 

I'm quite enjoying this moving in small doses.

No rooms stacked with cardboard boxes and bags waiting to be unpacked, towering over me daring me to sit down and ignore them.  Instead I have a hallway with bags lined up that either get emptied into the appropriate cupboard or room, or else stacked neatly in the larger of the bedrooms for a sort out once I actually have some furniture to put their contents into.

Suky is finding this new ritual more normal as the days go on, but for the first few minutes of arriving at our 'small house' she follows me in and out as I empty the car, and then from room to room as I disperse the contents of the hallway.  Then finally she settles in her little bed and snoozes with the radio playing behind her.

As usual I find I am a random packer.  

Here is a bag of towels from yesterdays flat run, with jars of rice inserted into gaps and rather weirdly I found a bag of dog chews at the bottom with a bundle of cutlery wrapped in a tea-towel.  I have just caught myself filling a bag ready for tomorrow, looking at it sat near my feet I see a little plastic box full of Command hooks and conkers, a few coat hangers, a dish and plate wrapped in the wrapper that came off a roll of Who Gives a Crap toilet paper and two dog leads.  I just put things in as I see them, it makes the unpacking at the other end interesting anyway!!

Some of yesterdays bits and pieces in the cupboard.

This corner is already starting to feel like home.

I need to knuckle down and paint my £8 bookcase so my books can go on it. 

"Ooh the bags are all emptied ...

... is it time to go now Mum?"

Sue xx