1st February 1994 was the day we moved into this house. 17 years. Blimey. We didn’t have a lot really, I’d only ‘left home’ 7 months previously so aside from clothes, clock radio and stereo I didn’t really own much anyway. Ady had always rented furnished flats so he had very little too. Our car was a big red tank of a Ford Cortina and we trundled our meagre belongings over from my parents where we’d been staying for a month and then stood about the place feeling slightly shell shocked.
We had a dining table and four chairs from my Granny, a boxing glove shaped beanbag I’d had since I was about 12, a full size TV, a portable TV, a four poster bed we’d bought in a charity shop, four chipboard occassional tables, a flat packed kitchen and bathroom delivered by mates from the B&Q warehouse stowed in the spare room (now Tarly’s room) and a pretty mismatched selection of crockery, most of which had been part of an engagement present dinner service to Ady and his previous fiance which (whoops) I managed to ‘accidentally’ break pretty quick ;).
Some friends came over for a Chinese takeaway and a beer to celebrate moving in day and we were all highly amused at the grown up ness of ourselves.
Funny how 17 years on we’ve got double the house but double the mortgage still outstanding and are still surrounded by boxes, albeit ones we have packed up ready to move back over to my parents this time. Oh and not feeling at all grown up these days 😉
This morning I rang Richard the mechanic and got a big and scary list of stuff wrong with the van :(. I blogged and Davies who was feeling a bit coldy snuggled under a blanket next to me while Tarly did some painting. Davies decided to have a bath which Tarly ended up getting in with him into and then I brushed her hair out.
I had a phonecall from the local chemist about some cream I had ordered in for my eczema which is really bad at the moment so we popped into Lancing to get that – decided to drive both as it was drizzling and the kids had wet hair from the bath and because I am trying to at least start my car every day at the moment. I’d stuck some dough in the breadmaker so I shaped some bread rolls and left them to prove while we were out.
Home for lunch of freshly baked rolls and the rest of yesterdays soup :). The we all went upstairs and sorted Davies’ bedroom including going through all his clothes and paring them down to a ‘coming WWOOFing ‘ pile. D is far more resistant to getting rid of stuff than S so it was fairly tedious but we did it.
I came downstairs in search of tea, put chickens away, chopped some sticks and lit a fire, dealt with some laundry and then got the iids tea sorted. Ady arrived home and we all caught up on each others day and did bad, good, learnt today:
Ady:
Bad: Official email announcing resignation sent out today. Lots of people saying they’ll miss me lots.
Good: It’s out!
Learnt: The word ‘philatelic’ about stamp collecting. Learnt it from Nic when she saw the Ladybird book on Stamp Collecting I brought home and she said ‘oooh philatelist!’
Davies:
Bad: Can’t find PoC disc
Good: Bedroom all sorted.
Learnt: Arthur (of TV show fame) is an aardvark
Scarlett
Bad: Wanted to play a game with Davies but ran out of time today
Good:Tried something new to eat today and liked it – sharon fruit
Learnt: How to take the front of Mumma’s in car cd player (they thought they’d broken it! :lol:)
Nic:
Bad: Van is likely to be more expensive and probably take longer than I’d hoped.
Good: Van has been looked at (he’s had it 10 days!)
Learnt: That we will probably not appear on the 2011 census.
Kids went to bed, I had a phone chat with Julie who is all sleep deprived thanks to poor Lorna’s broken arm meaning she isn’t sleeping well and so got all emotional about how she’ll miss me. It’s like being at our own funeral for me and Ady at the moment with people being all lovely about us and telling us how much we mean to them. Just as well we have each other (and friendfeed) to remind us how utterly unimportant we really are ;).
I watched Big Fat Gypsy Wedding and got all misty eyed about Scarlett’s fourth birthday and her Princess Party. Can’t quite equate that four year old with my current eight year old at all…
shall endeavour to be really uninterested and unimpressed with you all then, all in the name of keeping your feet on the ground 😉 Really pleased for Ady that everyone knows at last! How long until he goes?
Comment by Kirsty — 02 February 2011 @ 12:19 am
😆 thanks Kirsty, it’s for our own good!
My last day is Thursday 17th and Ady’s is Friday 18th.
Comment by Nic — 02 February 2011 @ 9:34 am
Won’t you be on the census form of wherever you’re staying that day?
We have some sharon fruit at the moment – they’re jonathan’s favourite
Comment by jan — 02 February 2011 @ 12:15 pm
fairly sure the wwoofers you are staying with have to put you down
Comment by HelenHaricot — 02 February 2011 @ 10:19 pm
Yeah in theory we will appear on the host where we are staying, but we are sort of between hosts (finishing at one on 27th, starting at the next on 28th) and I’m guessing if we are sleeping in the van we may not techincally fall into their household anyway.
Comment by Nic — 02 February 2011 @ 10:44 pm