As the well known old saying goes, ‘Tomorrow we move, tonight we drink wine and eat chocolate.’
(That is definitely a real saying and not made up by me at all.)
I can’t believe we’ll actually be moved in this time tomorrow evening, or that I’ll hopefully be cooking tea in my house surrounded by family and friends and, erm, boxes and bags.
The prospect is exciting, scary, emotional, exhilarating and nerve-racking. It’s the beginning of a new life for myself and my family, including Mr B. I’m hoping it’s the start of good stuff and better times for us all.
Please send a prayer or maybe a few slices of roquefort cheese to the ‘unpacking of stuff’ fairy for me if you get a moment. She can be a bit testy at times and I don’t want her to mix my gerbil food with my muesli. And if I’m absent for a few days it will be due to a lack of wheels and a lack of internet as there is no service at our new house yet and I have the joyous task of finding a provider. I’m thinking Talk Talk as you get a free wireless transmitter with them and you know I’ll be hoping to blog from my boudoir at some point, but any advice on the matter would go down a treat.
In the mean time I may blog some pieces of daft randomness both for my own personal enjoyment, and in the hope of amusing and confusing you lovely peeps. The daftest comment will win a flea hammock ok?
See you all on the other side of the mayhem.