Sometimes I feel as though I am enacting a scene from Funny Farm, but as I make yet more lists, and think of more jobs to be done before moving day, I try to push any sneaking anxieties out of my mind. Got to get the doubting voices under control!
Resting on my laurels again tonight as I reached the magical target of 10 boxes packed. It has all been fragile glass items, and I have been using tea towels, hand towels, and bubble wrap. The bubble wrap ran out on box number 9, so it was finished off with items from the kitchen drawers, and box number 10 was filled with the slow cooker and other small kitchen appliances. Is this all thrilling you?
There is some challenge in working out what will fit with what in a box, a little like a puzzle, to make the best use of space – and my effort. As soon as I start to not care, I stop and have a cup of tea and a sit to ponder whether I am enacting Funny Farm (there is more than a little personality similarity between Andy Farmer and Mr FD, which is a worry). Then the back ache subsides and the catholic guilt crowds in and so I go back to packing. Once the 10th box is in sight I go the extra mile to finish (well, I have only accomplished 10 in any one day, twice, so I have gone the extra mile, twice).
The extra mile did mean sending out for pizza tonight, which led to a discussion between Son and I as to the possibility of pizza delivery in The Village. I think not. Pizza maybe, delivery no. We shall see the sacrifices we are forced to make…
Speaking of Mr FD,(I did somewhere), today I threatened to have the movers lift him in what seems to be his permanent position, sitting on his recliner watching television, out of the house and into the back of the moving van, if he doesn’t stir soon. The fragile items are now packed he has no excuse. Move it, or I may not leave a forwarding address.