A Bug's Life

Thanks for all your good wishes on the new house! I will now proceed to write about our moving progress in excited detail as if no one has ever moved house before and this is really interesting!

A productive Sunday afternoon/evening was spent cleaning spider dirts from the table and chairs we've had sitting in the garage for two years. This wasn't too bad, as I got to watch Stargate, Scrapheap Challenge, and Enterprise. (Also as I got major_clanger to remove the larger dead spiders and nests before bringing the table into the house. Ick!)

It's a nice table, black ash, very eighties, which will do us nicely in the new living room for eating dinner, writing, playing games etc. Thankfully it was in fairly good condition except for some metal parts which have noticeably corroded.

The house needs cleaning before we move out, so I made a start on the far end of the living room: ceiling and walls dusted, window frames and sills wiped, curtains sniffed (don't think we need to wash them), radiator wiped, skirting board wiped. Newly precipitated dust vacuumed from carpet. Failed to replace the 3/5 lightbulbs which are burnt out, so did all this in fairly dim light.

Clean table and chairs stacked against clean living room wall (removals people find it a lot easier to take something from a living room and put it in a living room than to take something from a garage and put it in a garage living room).

Set my eye on large black "meccano"-style shelving unit which currently holds our video cassettes - we will have this in the garage in the new house, so I set to dusting the tapes and packing them into boxes. Got half-way through. Moved remainder of tapes off shelves, wiped down shelves, de-combobulated tangle of stereo wires from topological impossibility around shelf legs. Went to bed.

Things You Don't Want To Get When You're Moving House in a Fortnight #1

• A letter from your doctor urging you to make an appointment for a smear test.



• A letter from the tax office reminding you that you ought to send in your tax return (luckily, the letter was just encouraging me to do this via the Internet, not hassling me about deadlines).

Took ages to get to sleep; the bed was very large and cold with MC so far away. I have discovered that I mentally cope with his weekly commuting much better if I think of him as being "at work" for the week rather than "away". We shall see how things go.