‘Morning all. Or afternoon, evening, night – whatever it happens to be at your place.
Sorry I’ve been neglecting you. I’ve just been a bit busy elsewhere. Spent the last week packing up my daughter’s rented house, so that yesterday the removalists could come and transport it all a few suburbs over to her newly purchased house, and I could unpack it again. Started the unpack yesterday. Still have a few days to go. Bizarre, really, when you think about it. You wrap and pack every single thing you own, and the next day, you unpack and unwrap it all again. No top marks there, in a time and motion study!
Why am I doing it? She and her husband both work about 10 hours per day, they have 2 small children, and I offered. I’ve packed and unpacked more times than I want to think about, and I like being useful and involved.
By the end of yesterday, we had beds up (with help of other 2 daughters), telly working – you know, the essentials particularly when factoring in a 3 y/o (very excited) and 1 y/o (bewildered and put out). Also complicated by the fact that the new house is considerably smaller than the rented one, so deciding where everything goes is tricky.
So I don’t have any deep philosophical thoughts to pass on, or meaningful comments on world events to share, being far more concerned with when they’ll manage to get a shed for things like lawn mowers etc.
Instead, I shall pass on a photo of the 1 y/o, whipped out from under the removalists’ feet and taken out (with his sister) for a BIG TREAT. (He and the hat are inseparable)