We are surrounded by a sea of boxes, bags, mattresses and guitars.
This weekend we’ve been moving the two boys into their flat in Manchester. They’ve been with us throughout lockdown, and although they’ve eaten us out of house and home, it’s been really good to have them with us.
The time has come for university to start again, jobs to be found and a new life to be started for them both. The London bolt-hole will be no more in a few months time, as we will have de-camped to the static on the Isle of Skye.
At the last minute the big van that husband had hired from Europcar got changed to a much smaller one because of a health and safety issue, and all the ranting in the world couldn’t change that as they had no alternative vans available.
This has meant TWO days of loading and trips from London to Manchester and back again. My poor husband. Most of this has fallen on his shoulders. All that lifting and driving 😢.
I’ve made up an emergency start box with some pantry basics, like teabags, sugar, pasta and tinned goods and we’ve managed to get rid of tables, bedside units, two beds, bookcases, bedding, lights, towels, and bedding to get them started.
It’s been a good start to our house clear-out in preparation for our move in October.
We may have been left with all their rubbish to dispose of, but we can see the floor again in their two rooms now! We can use that space to sort, pack and organise for our main move. And we have two van loads less of stuff than we had last week.
Small steps. But progress.
Ravencroft Skye 