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Well gosh we moved house. Will's dad turned up at 8.45 on Sunday, just as I'd poured a bowl of Rice Krispies, so breakfasting only on a piece of chocolate, we went out to hire a van, and thence to move vast amounts of stuff from disparate locations into our Official Residence. We got lots and lots of W's stuff from his mum's house - a good third of which W has promised to sell or otherwise get rid of in very short order, fortunately - and all our stuff from the posh house where we've been camping - and moved all that into our flat. And then we collected four bookcases from yet another location, which was useful, because apart from W's futon this is all the furniture we currently have. The bookcases had to come in W's mum's car, because the van rental place closed at four, and the van had to go back before there was time to get the bookcases. So we turned them back into flat-packed cases, and stuffed them all in the car, and rebuilt them at the other end.
Not having furniture is problematic, because when you want to take all your things out of their boxes (it being more or less impossible to function, otherwise), you have nowhere to put said things. Also, there is nothing to sit on, so we are improvising chairs out of boxes of PC Gamer magazine. W has many, many years of back issues - these are among the objects due to be disposed of (donated to a geek museum, perhaps?), but for the moment, they make good sturdy chairs.
Anyway, I'm jolly tired now, and I never want to move again (except that I don't want to live in Queens forever, just imagine! So I'll have to move. C'est la vie).
Not having furniture is problematic, because when you want to take all your things out of their boxes (it being more or less impossible to function, otherwise), you have nowhere to put said things. Also, there is nothing to sit on, so we are improvising chairs out of boxes of PC Gamer magazine. W has many, many years of back issues - these are among the objects due to be disposed of (donated to a geek museum, perhaps?), but for the moment, they make good sturdy chairs.
Anyway, I'm jolly tired now, and I never want to move again (except that I don't want to live in Queens forever, just imagine! So I'll have to move. C'est la vie).