Big boxes, little boxes, round boxes, wooden boxes, plastic boxes, crates, chests and of course a suitcase or four, plastic bags a plenty and of course a kitten or five — yes it is official — we are on the move. Official tenancy starts 1st June — we have until 31st May to pack up the contents of the house — that is my job — and all the agricultural equipment, a dead car or two plus all the tools and spares and their housing as well as our tractor. There is also a garage to clear — thank goodness that is his job!
Thankfully our new landlord has said we can start moving the external gubbins now, the house still needs finishing touches to the kitchen which has been rebuilt — hopefully we can have a room to stack and store in the meantime as well before this house bursts at the seams.
Just how many boxes does it take — answers on a postcard please!
The shed is partially packed up — the Macs and printer all boxed up along with all the other electrics. I have to start on the books and the knickknacks and ephemera later today.
The housing for cars and machinery has been dismantled by “M” whose diminutive stature lends itself to clambering around on makeshift roofs so he can take them to bits. This has now been transported by tractor to the new house where he will rebuild it.
The house cats as opposed to the garden, shed and garage cats think this is enormous fun and a great opportunity to explore — especially when a door to forbidden territory is inadvertently left open.
Bubble and Squeak now have their legs and Mummy Pepper delights in playing “moving” too. She picks them up and deposits them in their new “home” only for one of us to put them back in their “igloo.” She has been training them vocally to “stay” and to “come here.” It has been a fascinating experience to hear them talking and learning to communicate.
My attempts to imitate them have been met with disdain and contempt. Mr P says this is because I speak “cat” ungrammatically — just like I speak Portuguese. They have turned into a real hazard, especially little Bubble who is a mix of the same colour as the ghastly floor tiles.
Mummy Pepper has a habit of moving them in the night and the poor mites are so tired they go to sleep on the spot and fail to “come here” as told. Squeak frightened the life out of me this morning when I went for an early morning bathroom break — he flung himself at me from under the bathroom cabinet!
Think of me tomorrow — the storage room awaits and when I tackle this lot!