The move to the new house has all gone according to plan. We remain living in chaos: very few boxes left to unpack, but not necessarily anywhere for it to go. John Lewis are still awaiting delivery of the microwave we bought a month ago (grrrr...!!) so we survive using a single hob. One pot meal recipes welcomed!
There is so much work needing to be done to the house. Last lived in three years ago, the previous owners had bought the house 40 years previously, so it is a little dated and in need of modernising. We have inherited some delightful carpets...
Parts of the kitchen probably go back to the 1930's: perhaps we should open the house as a museum!
The picture above shows the gas fire (now condemned by the Corgi man) and back boiler (only surviving through the grace of God, we fear). There is a two-way cupboard to the dining room, just visible on the right, which echoes back to my childhood.
And below, the pantry - how extravagant is that!
Although the house requires a lot of work we have been very fortunate to have some lovely neighbours (with children the same age as mine!) and I am trusting that my two will have a fantastic first day at their new school. My daughter was up by 6.45am bouncing around, excited to go. In contrast, my son had a face longer than a wet Tuesday. (Which it isn't, incidentally.) Husband still loves his job, although the commute is hard work at the moment. I am trying to work out where I fit in this new community. Then again, with time to myself I'll hopefully get plenty of chances to write!
Of course, that depends on finding my desk. Big sigh! Time to return to those unfinished boxes.