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Drowning in boxes

The worst is over.

I've now managed to locate all the items necessary for a civilized life - underwear, make-up, vodka and a hairbrush - so I'm feeling quite smug. Half my clothes (the nice ones, naturally) seem to have disappeared but I've discovered four pairs of very nice heels I thought I'd lost in the last move so, on balance, I guess it's not all that bad. Who knows what else I'll find once the last box is unpacked? Could be exciting...

Firstborn and the Small(er) One are both delighted to be a mere four minute (I timed it!) drive from school, not to mention having their own en-suite bathrooms (the thrill!). The promise of a short walk down to the beach this weekend practically made them explode with excitement. BB is fairly chilled about the whole thing, not entirely sure she's even noticed that her surroundings have changed except for the fact that she can now open the kitchen cupboards, empty the contents and put them all back again (an absorbing game, possibly educational too).

I like this house. I really like it.

I suspect I'll like it even more once the movers have removed the thirty or so empty boxes currently blocking entry to the front door...

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Anonymous said…
Good that you feel at home...always a nice feeling.
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