The First Morning

Waking up for the first time in our new home. Oddly, it pretty much feels like home already. It's stuffed full of our stuff already. Tim says he is coming to stay tomorrow, but I don't know where as currently everything we own that isn't specifically 'kitchen' is piled in the spare room! Best get on with unpacking today. I'm so happy to be moving, I'm even excited about unpacking. Yesterday when trying to sort the kitchen I kept finding stuff I forgot we owned. It was like Christmas - you never know what the next box will contain!

Yesterday was total chaos (as any good move should be). It started with a strange indecent of banging in the loft of Jonis parents place, so us running to my parents at 4am in an attempt to get a good nights sleep. It was a little late for that by then. Going back in the morning we discovered a massive rat, so Joni threw poisen at him and we left.

So much stuff!!

Next problem involved the near murder (I still hear that in Scottish every time - mur-dur) of an estate agent. So we all, dad included, sat down in the estate agents office and she says she will start by taking the deposit and first months rent in cash. IN CASH!! That's £1200 in cash no one had bothered to tell us we needed. And she wasn't giving us the keys till we got it. This is because, unlike every single shop on the highstreet, Your Move don't have chip&pin machines so they can't take instant payments. They have to write all your bank details down and fax them to head office to be processed!! Honest to god that woman is only alive right now because NatWest are not a bunch of incompetent fools, unlike Your Move. So we got the cash, we signed a million bits of paper work and then we got the keys!

New keys.

So, a quick meeting with the new landlord then we were off to fetch the van. Only I left the keys at Jonis parents. But no bother, we got a car load from there (forgetting the tool box, which will become important later) and then split up so I could drive the van and Joni could take the car back to the new house.

Almost forgot to pack the Joni.

So this van. We were borrowing it from my would-be employers. And it was a bit of a wreck. Some Twat has stole half the exhaust so it sounds like a tractor and because it is owned by 2 men who .... Well let's just say there is never any fuel in there vehicles. At all. So i had to brave the Saturday traffic in the monster van to get diesel. But i got lunch and a bottle of bubbly too so all was ok.

All of this ment we didn't get the van to my parents till midday and we had to be back home by 1pm to wait for the virgin man. So we filled it with as much as we could and off we went. Unloaded the first lot and sat for lunch in our new conservatory, because we couldn't get the sofa any further into the house. We managed it later by taking the legs off.

Putting the table together before we can have lunch.

After lunch we realized I couldn't start putting furniture together till Joni went back for the toolkit (i said it would be important) so Joni went off for another load from his parents and i mostly just wondered around the house looking at it! Bizzarly, Joni could only find half our wardrobe at his parents, so we need to find the rest of that today.

Dad and Joni fighting a mattress upstairs. 

While Joni was off with the van again the virgin man showed up and (minus a tiny hiccup) we had the internet up and running in half an hour. I have to say I'm impressed. It's the first time iv ever moved somewhere and had the internet up and running the same day. And we accourding to speedtest.net we are actually getting 20mg download speeds. Happy.

Richard putting together a table with added help of wine. 

So there we are. Moved in-ish. Richard came round and helped us to put together some furniture, and to eat pizza and get slightly drunk. Today we need to fetch yet more stuff from both houses and put up yet more furniture. And buy a cutlery tray. Funny the things you realise you don't own.